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Jesus,  Thine  All-Victorious  Love. 

Hymnal,  No.  518. 

1  Jesus,  thine  all-victorious  love 
Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fixed  in  God. 

Cho.  No.  1 — I'm  kneeling  at  the  mercy-seat, 
I'm  kneeling  at  the  me  rev-sea 


-1  iu  Kiieeimg  at  iue  meruy-seai, 

I'm  kneeling  at  the  mercy-seat, 
I'm  kneeling  at  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer. 


Cho.  No.  2 — I  can,  I  will,  I  do  believe, 
I  can,  I  will,  I  do  believe, 
I  can,  I  will,  I  do  believe 
That  Jesus  saves  me  now. 

2  O  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 

Might  now  begin  to  glow, 
Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire 
And  make  the  mountains  flow  ! 

3  O  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 

And  all  my  sins  consume  ! 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call ; 
Spirit  of  burning  come  ! 

4  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart  ; 

Illuminate  my  soul ; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part, 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 

5  My  steadfast  soul,  from  falling  free, 

Shall  then  no  longer  move, 
While  Christ  is  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  is  love. 


Forever  Here  My  Rest  Shall  Be. 

Hymnal,  No.  533. 

1  Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
"  For  me  the  Saviour  died." 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  The  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve  ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 


O  For  A  Closer  Walk. 

1  O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew. 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  His  word? 

3  Return,  0  holy  DOve,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 


5 
4        Come  Ye  Sinners  Poor  and  Needy. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power, 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

Cho. — Why  don't  you  come  to  Jesus  ? 

He  is  waiting  to  receive  you,  [saved  ?] 

Why  don't  you  come  to  Jesus  and  be  saved? 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance — 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him, 

This  He  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimmering  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-ladened, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all, 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden 

Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies  ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

It  is  finish'd! 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 


6 

Covenant  Hymn. 

1  Come,  let  us  the  grace  divine, 

And  all,  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 
Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord  ; — 

2  Give  up  ourselves,  through  Jesus'  po^er, 

His  Name  to  glorify  ; 
And  promise,  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 
We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow  ; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear, 
Come  down,  and  meet  us  now. 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ; 

Present  with  the  celestial  host, 

The  peaceful  answer  give. 

6  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply, 

Which  takes  our  sins  away  ; 
And  register  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 


And  Can  I  Yet  Delay. 

And  can  I  yet  delay 

My  little  all  to  give? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away 

For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

Cho. — I  am  coming  Lord  ! 

Coming  now  to  Thee  ! 
Wash  me,  cleanse  me  in  the  blood 
That  flows  on  Calvary.* 


2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ; 

I  can  hold  out  no  more  ; 
I  sink  by  dying  love  compelled, 
And  own  thee  conqueror. 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake  ; 

My  friends,  my  all,  resign  ! 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  ; 
Settle  and  fix  my  wavering  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this, 

Thy  only  love  to  know  ; 
To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 
No  other  good  below. 

6  My  life,  my  portion  thou  ; 

Thou  all-sufficient  art : 
My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 
Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 

He  Invites  You  To-Day. 

Songs  of  Redeeming  Love,  by  per.,  p.  116. 

1  Sinner,  come,  will  you  come, 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
Will  you  come  to  his  arms, 
He  will  cleanse  every  stain. 
Cho. — He  invites  you  to-day,  Do  not,  then,  stay 
away, 
Blessed  be  the  Lord  !   He  invites  you  to-day. 
Blessed  be  the  Lord  !   Blessed  be  the  Lord  ! 
Blessed  be  the  Lord  !  He  invites  you  to-day. 

2  There's  a  work  to  be  done, 

There's  a  cross  you  should  bear  ; 
There's  a  crown  to  be  won, 
There's  a  glory  to  share. 

3  You  have  friends  who  have  gone 

To  that  haven  of  rest, 
Whom  you  promised  to  meet 
In  the  land  of  the  blest. 


8 

Consecration. 

B.  S.,No.  14. 

1  My  body,  soul  and  spirit, 
Jesus,  I  give- to  Thee, 

A  consecrated  offering, 
Thine  evermore  to  be. 

Cho. — My  all  is  on  the  altar, 
I'm  waiting  for  the  fire. 
Waiting,  waiting,  waiting, 
I'm  waiting  for  the  fire. 

2  O,  Jesus,  mighty  Saviour, 
I  trust  in  Thy  great  name, 
I  look  for  Thy  salvation, 
Thy  promise  now  I  claim. 

3  O,  let  the  fire,  descending 
Just  now  upon  my  soul, 
Consume  my  humble  offering, 
And  cleanse  and  make  me  whole. 

4  I'm  Thine,  O  blessed  Jesus, 
Wash'd  by  Thy  cleansing  blood, 
Now  seal  me  by  Thy  Spirit, 

A  sacrifice  to  God. 


Fill  Me  Now. 

Quiver,  by  per.,  p.  149. 

1  Hover  o'er  me,  Holy  Spirit ; 

Bathe  my  trembling  heart  and  brow; 
Fill  me  with  thy  hallowed  presence, 
Come,  oh,  come  and  fill  me  now. 

Cho. — Fill  me  now,  fill  me  now, 

Jesus  come  and  fill  me  now  ; 

Fill  me  with  thy  hallowed  presence,- 
Come,  oh,  come  and  fill  me  now. 

2  Thou  canst  fill  me,  gracious  Spirit, 

Though  I  cannot  tell  thee  how  ; 
But  I  need  thee,  greatly  need  thee, 
Come,  oh,  come  and  fill  me  now. 


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3  I  am  weakness,  full  of  weakness  ; 

At  thy  sacred  feet  I  bow  : 
Blest,  divine,  eternal  Spirit, 
Fill  with  power,  and  fill  me  now. 

4  Cleanse  and  comfort  ;  bless  and  save  me ; 

Bathe,  oh,  bathe  my  heart  and  brow  ; 
Thou  art  comforting  and  saving, 
Thou  art  sweetly  filling  me  now. 

Oh,  To  Be  Nothing. 

G.  H.,  No.  7i. 

1  Oh,  to  be  nothing,  nothing, 

Only  to  lie  at  his  feet, 
A  broken  and  emptied  vessel, 

For  the  Master's  use  made  meet. 
Emptied  that  He  might  fill  me 

As  forth  to  His  service  I  go  ; 
Broken,  that  so  unhindered, 

His  life  through  me  might  flow. 

Cho. — Oh,  to  be  nothing,  nothing. 
Only  to  lie  at  His  feet, 
A  broken  and  emptied  vessel, 
For  the  Master's  use  made  meet. 

2  Oh,  to  be  nothing,  nothing, 

Only  as  led  by  His  hand  ; 
A  messenger  at  His  gateway, 

Only  waiting  for  His  command  ; 
Only  an  instrument  ready 

His  praises  to  sound  at  His  will, 
Willing,  should  He  require  me, 

In  silence  to  wait  on  Him  still. 

3  Oh,  to  be  nothing,  nothing, 

Painful  the  humbling  may  be  ; 
Yet  low  in  the  dust  I  'd  lay  me 

That  the  world  might  my  Saviour  see. 
Rather  be  nothing,  nothing, — 

To  Him  let  their  voices  be  raised  : 
He  is  the  fountain  of  blessing, 

He  only  is  most  to  be  praised. 


10 

11  O  For  A  Heart  To  Praise. 

1  O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  : 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ; 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within  ; 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord  of  thine, 

12  Almost. 

S.  of  J.  and  G.,  No.  160,  by  per. 

1  So  near  the  door,  ana  the  door  stood  wide! 

Close  to  the  port,  but  not  inside! 
Near  to  the  fold,  yet  not  within, 

Almost  resolved  to  give  up  sin! 
Almost  persuaded  to  count  the  cost , 

Almost  a  christian,  and  yet  lost! 

2  Lord  help  me  to  trust  in  the  word  to-day, 

That  thou  art  the  Light,  the  Truth,  the 
.     Way. 
Now  as  I  come,  with  my  load  of  sin., 

The  door  being  open,  O  help  me  step  in, 
How  sad  the  thought  that  for  me,  at  last, 

The  door  should  be  shut  and  mercy  past! 

5  Saviour,  I  come,  I  cry  unto  thee, 

O  let  not  these  words  be  true  of  me, 
I  want  to  come  to  the  point  to-day. 

O  suffer  me  not,  to  turn  away; 
Give  me  no  rest,  till  my  soul  shall  be 
Within  the  Refuge — safe  with  thee. 


13  Are  You  Ready? 

Garner,  No.  26,  by  per. 

1  Should  the  summons,  quickly  flying, 

On  the  slumb'ring  nations  fall, — 
Lo!  the  Heav'nlj  Bridegroom  cometh, 
Would  the  souud  your  souls  appal? 

Cho. — Are  you  ready?  Are  you  ready? 

Should  you  hear  the  mid-night  call? 
Are  you  ready  ?  Are  you  ready  ? 
Should  you  hear  the  mid-night  call? 

2  What  if  now  the  startling  mandate 

Should  the  sleeping  virgins  hear, — 
Are  your  lamps  all  trimmed  and  burning? 
Should  the  Bridegroom  now  appear? 

Cho. — Are  you  ready?  Are  you  ready? 

Now  to  see  your  Lord  appear  ? 

Are  you  ready  ?  Are  you  ready  ? 

Now  to  see  your  Lord  appear  ? 

3  Is  there  oil  in  all  your  vessels  ? 

Are  your  garments  pure  and  white? 
Are  they  washed  in  the  cleansing  Fountain, 
Fit  to  stand  in  Jesus'  sight  ? 

Cho. — Are  you  ready?  Are  you  ready  ? 

Are  your  lamps  all  clear  and  bright? 
Are  you  ready?  Are  you  ready? 
Are  your  lamps  all  clear  and  bright  ? 

4  Rise!  ye  virgins, — sleep  no  longer, 

Lest  the  call  your  souls  surprise! 

Lest  ye  fail  to  meet  the  Bridegroom, 

When  he  cometh  from  the  skies. 

Cho. — Are  you  ready?  Are  you  ready? 

When  he  cometh  from  the  skies; 
Are  you  ready  ?  Are  you  ready  ? 
Hasten,  from  your  slumbers  rise! 


12 
14  On  What  Are  You  Building? 

i     a  v    ,,.         Whyte,  No.  50. 

1  Are  you  building  your  house  on  the  sand,  brother? 

To-day  may  be  sunny  and  fair ; 
But  the  morrow  may  bring  us  the  tempest,  brother, 
So  choose  your  foundations  with  care. 

Cho.— Let  us  build  on  the  rock!  ever  build  on  the 
rock  ! 
While  the  storms  of  life  are  raging,    let 
us  build  on  the  rock  ! 
Let  us  build  on  the  rock  !  ever  build  on  the 
rock  ! 
Christ  the  Lord  our  refuge  ever  ;    let  us 
build  on  the  rock  ! 

2  The  house  that  is  built  on  the  sand,  brother, 

Does  well  for  the  calm  of  to-day  ; 
But  be  wise  in  the  sun  of  the  present,  brother, 
And  build  for  the  future,  I  pray. 

3  The  house  that  is  built  on  a  rock,  brother, 

No  tempest  of  earth  can  o'erthrow  ; 
While  you're  building,  build  safely  and  surely, 
brother, 
On  the  rock  that  is  steadfast  below. 

5  Let  the  rock  that  you  build  your  house  on  brother, 
Be  Jesus,  the  hope  of  us  all ; 
The  house  built  on  this  steadfast  foundation 
brother, 
Will  stand  when  the  mountains  shall  fall. 

15  Is  My  Name  Written  There? 

Garner,  p  70. 

1  Lord,  I  care  not  for  riches,  neither  silver  nor  gold, 
I  would  make  sure  of  heaven,  I  would  enter  the 

fold. 
In  the  book  of  Thy  kingdom,  with  its  pages  so  fair, 
Tell  me,  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  is  my  name  written 

there  ? 

Cho.— Is  my  name  written  there, 
On  the  page  white  and  fair ; 
Tell  me,  Jesus,  my  Saviour, 
Is  my  name  written  there  ? 


13 

2  Lord,  my  sins  they  are  many,  like  the  sands  of 

the  sea. 
But  Thy  blood,  Oh  !  my  Saviour,  is  sufficient 

for  me ; 
For  Thy  promise  is  written  in  bright  letters  that 

glow, 
Though  your  sins  be  as  scarlet,  I  will  make  them 

like  snow. 

4  Oh  that  beautiful  city  with  its  mansions  of  light, 

With  its  glorified  beings  in  pure  garments  of  white, 

Where  no  evil  thing  cometh  to  despoil  what  is  fair, 

Where  the  angels  are  watching,   is  my   name 

written  there  ? 


16  Happy  Tidings. 

S.  of  R.  L.,  by  per.  p.  33. 

1  Tidings,  happy  tiding,  Hark!  hark!  the  sound! 
Hear  the  joyful  echo  thro'  the  world  resound! 
Christ  the  Lord  proclaims  them  ;  Hear  and 

heed  the  call, 
Come,  ye  starving  ones  that  perish,  Room, 
room  for  all. 

Cho. — Whosoever  asketh,  Jesus  will  receive; 
Whosoever  thirsteth,  Jesus  will  relieve; 
See  the  living  waters  flowing,  full  and  free; 
Oh,  the  blessed  whosoever !  that  means  me. 

2  Tidings,  happy  tidings,  Hark!  hark!  they  say, 
Do  not  slight  the  warning,  Come,  oh,  come 

to-day 
Christ  our  loving  Saviour,  still  repeats  the  call 
Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden,  Room,  room 

for  all. 

3  Tidings,  happy  tidings,  Hark!  hark!  again! 
Rushing  o'er  the  mountains,  Sweeping  o'er  the 

plains. 
Onward  goes  the  message,  'Tis  the  Saviour's 

call, 
Come  for  everything  is  ready,  Room,  room 

for  all. 


14 

11  There's  A  Wideness. 

Epworth,  No.  47. 

1  There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy, 

Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea  ; 

There's  a  kindness  in  his  justice, 

Which  is  more  than  liberty. 

Cho. — He  is  calling  "Come  to  me  ;" 
Lord,  I'll  gladly  come  to  Thee. 

2  There  is  welcome  for  the  sinner, 

And  more  graces  for  the  good  ; 
There  is  mercy  with  the  Saviour, 
There  is  healing  in  his  blood. 

3  For  the  love  of  God  is  broader 

Than  the  measure  of  man's  mind  ; 
And  the  heart  of  the  Eternal 
Is  most  wonderfully  kind. 

4  If  our  love  were  but  more  simple, 

We  should  take  him  at  his  word  ; 
And  our  lives  would  be  all  sunshine 
In  the  sweetness  of  our  Lord. 

5  But  we  make  his  love  too  narrow 

By  false  limits  of  our  own  ; 
And  we  magnify  his  strictness 
With  a  zeal  he  will  not  own. 

6  Pining  souls  !  come  nearer  Jesus  ; 

Come,  but  come  not  doubting  thus  ; 
Come  with  faith  that  trusts  most  freely 
His  great  tenderness  for  us. 

18  I  Am  Thine,  O  Lord. 

1  I  am  Thine,  O  Lord,  I  have  heard  Thy  voice, 
And  it  told  Thy  love  to  me  ; 
But  I  long  to  rise  in  the  arms  of  faith, 
And  be  closer  drawn  to  Thee. 

Cho. — Draw  me  nearer,  nearer  blessed  Lord, 
To  the  cross  where  Thou  has  died ; 
Draw  me  nearer,  nearer,  nearer  blessed  Lord, 
To  Thy  precious  bleeding  side. 


15 

2  Consecrate  me  now  to  Thy  service,  Lord, 

By  the  power  of  grace  divine  ; 
Let  my  soul  look  up  with  a  steadfast  hope, 
And  my  will  be  lost  in  Thine, 

3  O  the  pure  delight  of  a  single  hour, 

That  before  Thy  throne  I  spend  ; 
When  I  kneel  in  prayer  and  with  Thee,  my  God, 
I  commune  as  friend  with  friend. 

4  There  are  depths  of  love  that  I  cannot  know, 

Till  I  cross  the  narrow  sea  ; 
There  are  heights  of  joy  that  I  may  not  reach, 
Till  I  rest  in  peace  with  Thee. 

19  Who'll  Stand  Up  For  Jesus? 

1  O,  who'll  stand  up  for  Jesus, 
The  lowly  Nazarine  ? 

And  raise  the  blood-stained  banner 
Amid  the  hosts  of  sin  ? 

Cho. — The  cross  for  Christ  I'll  cherish, 
Its  crucifixion  bear ; 
All  hail !  reproach  or  sorrow, 
If  Jesus  leads  me  there. 

2  O,  who  will  follow  Jesus, 
Amid  reproach  and  shame  ? 
Where  others  shrink  or  falter, 
Who'll  glory  in  His  name? 

3  Though  fierce  may  rage  the  battle, 
And  wild  the  storm  may  blow, 
Though  friends  may  go  forever, 
Who  will  with  Jesus  go  ? 

4  My  all  to  Christ  I've  given, 
My  talents,  time,  and  voice, 
Myself,  my  reputation  ; 
The  lone  way  is  my  choice. 

5  O  Jesus  !  Jesus  !  Jesus  1 
My  all-sufficient  friend  ! 
Come  fold  me  to  Thy  bosom, 
E'en  to  the  journey's  end. 


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20  Coming  to  Jesus. 

Songs  of  Redeeming  Love,  by  per.,  p.  22. 

1  With  my  sin-wounded  soul, 
To  be  made  fully  whole, 

And  thy  perfect  salvation  to  see  : 
With  my  heart  stained  by  sin, 
To  be  washed  and  made  clean, 
I  am  coming,  Dear  Saviour,  to  thee. 
Cho. — I  am  coming,  dear  Saviour,  to  thee, 
I  am  coming,  dear  Saviour  to  thee  : 

With  my  heart  stained  by  sin, 
To  be  washed  and  made  clean, 
I  am  coming,  dear  Saviour  to  thee. 

2  Oh,  how  long  have  I  tried 
To  resist  nature's  tide, 

All  in  vain  have  I  sighed  to  be  free  ; 
In  myself  all  undone, 
'Neath  the  waves  sinking  down, 

I  am  coming,  dear  Saviour,  to  thee. 

3  I  thy  promise  believe, 
That  in  thee  I  shall  live, 

Thro'  thy  blood  shed  so  freely  for  me  ; 
To  obtain  a  pure  heart, 
To  secure  this  "good  part," 

I  am  coming,  dear  Saviour,  to  thee. 

4  To  be  thine,  wholly  thine, 
Precious  Saviour  divine ; 

With  my  all  consecrated  to  thee  ; 
To  be  kept  every  hour, 
By  thy  love's  wondrous  power, 

I  am  coming,  dear  Saviour,  to  thee. 

21  Coming  To-Day. 

1  Out  on  the  desert,  looking,  looking, 
Sinner,  'tis  Jesus  looking  for  thee  ; 
Tenderly  calling,  calling, 

Hither,  thou  lost  one,  O,  come  unto  me. 
Cho. — Jesus  is  looking,  Jesus  is  calling, 

Why  dost  thou  linger,  why  tarry  away  ? 
Run  to  him  quickly,  say  to  him  gladly, 
Lord,  I  %m  coming,  coming  to-day. 


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2  Still  be  is  waiting,  waiting,  waiting, 

O,  what  compassion  beams  in  his  eye. 
Hear  him  repeating  gently,  gently. 

Come  to  thy  Saviour,  O,  why  wilt  thou  die. 

3  Lovingly  pleading,  pleading,  pleading, 

Mercy,  tho'  slighted,  bears  with  thee  yet ; 
Thou  canst  be  happy,  happy,  happy. 
Come,  ere  thy  life-star  forever  shall  set. 

4.  Spirits  in  glory,  watching,  watching, 
Long  to  behold  thee  safe  in  the  fold  ; 
Angels  are  waiting,  waiting,  waiting, 
When  shall  thy  story  with  rapture  be  told? 


Holy  Spirit,  Faithful  Guide. 

Epworth,  No.  87. 

1  Holy  Spirit  faithful  guide, 
Ever  near  the  Christian's  side  ; 
Gently  lead  us  by  the  hand, 
Pilgrims  in  a  desert  land  ; 
Weary  souls  for  e'er  rejoice, 
While  they  hear  that  sweetest  voice, 
Whispering  softly,  wanderer,  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home. 

2  Ever  present,  truest  Friend, 
Ever  near  thine  aid  to  lend. 
Leave  us  not  to  doubt  and  fear, 
Groping  on  in  darkness  drear, 
When  the  storms  are  raging  sore, 
Hearts  grow  faint,  and  hopes  give  o'er, 
Whispering  softly,  wanderer  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home. 

3  When  our  days  of  toil  shall  cease, 
Waiting  still  for  sweet  release, 
Nothing  left  but  heaven  and  prayer, 
Wond'ring  if  our  names  were  there  ; 
Wading  deep  the  dismal  flood, 
Whispering  softly,  wanderer  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home  ! 


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23  Are  You  Coming  Home  To-Night? 

G.  H.,No.9o. 

1  Are  you  coming  home,  ye  wanderers, 

Whom  Jesus  died  to  win, 
All  foot-sore,  lame  and  weary, 

Your  garments  stained  with  sin  ; 
Will  you  seek  the  blood  of  Jesus 

To  wash  your  garments  white  ; 
Will  you  trust  his  precious  promise 

Are  you  coming  home  to-night  ? 

Cho. — Are  you  coming  home  to-night, 

Are  you  coming  home  to-night, 
Are  you  coming  home  to  Jesus, 

Out  of  darkness  into  light? 
Are  you  coming  home  to-night, 

Are  you  coming  home  to-night, 
To  your  loving  heavenly  Father. 

Are  you  coming  home  to-night? 

2  Are  you  coming  home,  ye  lost  ones  ? 

Behold  your  Lord  doth  wait ; 
Come,  then  no  longer  linger, 

Come  e'er  it  be  too  late  ; 
Will  you  come  and  let  him  save  you  ? 

Oh,  trust  His  love  and  might  ; 
Will  you  come  while  he  is  calling, 

Are  you  coming  home  to-night? 

3  Are  you  coming  home,  ye  guilty, 

Who  bear  the  load  of  sin  ? 
Outside  you've  long  been  standing, 

Come  now  and  venture  in  ; 
Will  you  heed  the  Saviour's  promise. 

And  dare  to  trust  him  quite  ; 
"Come  unto  me,"  saith  Jesus, 

Are  you  coming  home  to-night  ? 

24  I  Will  Give  You  Rest. 

Songs  of  Redeeming  Love,  by  per.,  p.  51. 

1  Come  unto  me  when  shadow  s  darkly  gather, 
When  the  sad  heart  is  weary  and  distressed, 
Seeking  for  comfort  from  your  heavenly  Father, 
Come  unto  me.  and  I  will  give  you  rest. 


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Cho. — Come  unto  me,  come  unto  me, 

Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest; 
Come  unto  me,  come  unto  me, 
Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest. 

2  Large  are  tbe  mansions  in  thy  Father's  dwelling, 

Glad  are  the  homes  that  sorrows  never  dim  ; 
Sweet  are  the  harps  in  holy  music  swelling, 
Soft  are  the  tones  which  raise  the  heavenly 
hymn. 

3  There,  like  an  Eden  blossoming  in  gladness, 

Bloom  the  fair  flowers  the  earth  too  rudely 
pressed  ; 
Come  unto  to  me,  all  ye  who  droop  in  sadness, 
Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest. 

25  Jesus  Saves. 

Songs  of  Redeeming  Love,  by  per.,  p.  85. 

1  We  have  heard  a  joyful  sound, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Spread  the  gladness  all  around, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Bear  the  news  to  every  land, 

Climb  the  steep  and  cross  the  waves, 
Onward  'tis  our  Lord's  command, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves. 

2  Waft  it  on  the  rolling  tide, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves, 
Tell  to  sinners,  far  and  wide, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Sing,  ye  islands  of  the  sea, 

Echo  back,  ye  ocean  caves, 
Earth  shall  keep  her  jubilee, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves. 

3  Sing  above  the  battle's  strife, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
By  his  death  and  endless  life, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Sing  it  softly  thro'  the  gloom, 

When  the  heart  for  mercy  craves, 
Sing  in  triumph  o'er  the  tomb, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves. 


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26  Take  Me  as  I  Am. 

Garner,  p.  60. 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  thee  I  cry, 
Unless  thou  help  me  I  must  die  ; 
Oh,  bring  thy  free  salvation  nigh, 

And  take  me  as  I  am  ! 

Cho. — Take  me  as  I  am. 

Take  me  as  I  am  ; 
Oh,  bring  thy  free  salvation  nigh, 
And  take  me  as  I  am. 

2  Helpless  I  am,  and  full  of  guilt, 
But  yet  for  me  thy  blood  was  spilt, 

And  thou  can'st  make  me  what  thou  wilt, 
But  take  me  as  I  am ! 

3  No  preparation  can  I  make, 
My  best  resolves  I  only  break, 

Yet  save  me  for  thine  own  name's  sake, 
And  take  me  as  I  am  ! 

4  I  thirst,  I  long  to  know  thy  love, 
Thy  full  salvation  I  would  prove  ; 
But  since  to  thee  I  cannot  move, 

Oh,  take  me  as  I  am  ! 

5  If  thou  hast  work  for  me  to  do, 
Inspire  my  will,  my  heart  renew, 
And  work  both  in  and  by  me  too, 

But  take  me  as  I  am  ! 

6  And  when  at  last  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  o'er,  the  vict'ry  won, 
Still,  still  my  cry  shall  be  alone, 

Lord,  take  me  as  I  am  ! 


27  Just  as  I  Am. 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 


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2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind, 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am,  thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  and  thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

28  I'M  Believing. 

1  Jesus  to  thee  I  now  can  fly, 

On  whom  my  help  is  laid  ; 
Oppress'd  by  sins,  I  lift  mine  eye, 
And  see  the  shadows  fade. 

,  Cho. — I'm  believing,  I'm  believing, 

Believing  now  in  the  Lord  ; 
I'm  believing,  and  receiving, 
Salvation  through  his  blood. 

2  Believing  on  my  Lord,  I  find 

A  sure  and  present  aid  ; 
On  thee  alone  my  constant  mind 
Be  every  moment  stay'd. 

3  Whate'er  in  me  seems  wise,  or  good, 

Or  strong,  I  here  disclaim  : 
I  wash  my  garments  in  the  blood 
Of  the  atoning  Lamb. 

4  Jesus,  my  strength,  my  life,  my  rest, 

On  thee  I  will  depend, 
'Till  summon'd  to  the  marriage-feast, 
When  faith  in  sight  shall  end. 


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29  Send  the  Power. 

1  Jesus  Christ  is  my  Redeemer, 
Jesus  Christ  is  my  Redeemer, 
Jesus  Christ  is  my  Redeemer, 

Cho. — His  dying  brought  the  pow'r. 

Send  the  pow'r,  precious  pow'r, 
Send   the  pow'r  Jesus  promised 

should  come  down  ; 
Send  it  now,  send  it  now, 
Send  the  pow'r  Jesus  promised 
should  come  down. 

2  He  gave  his  life  to  save  me, 
He  gave  his  life  to  save  me, 
He  gave  his  life  to  save  me, 

3  And  by  his  grace  I  triumph, 
And  by  his  grace  I  triumph, 
And  by  his  grace  I  triumph, 

4  I  shall  glory  in  his  favor, 
I  shall  glory  in  his  favor, 
I  shall  glory  in  his  favor, 

5  I  shall  live  with  him  forever, 
I  shall  live  with  him  forever, 
I  shall  live  with  him  forever, 

30  O  That  My  Load. 

1  O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 


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The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 

The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 
5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power  ; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour. 

And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

'31  O  Lord,  Have  Mercy. 

1  Saviour  of  sinners,  lend  thine  ear, 

Accept  the  mourner's  plea, 
And  listen  to  my  feeble  prayer. 
Descend  and  pardon  me. 
Cho. — O  Lord,  have  mercy  :|| 
Have  mercy  on  me. 

2  Beneath  thy  cross  I'll  urge  my  cry, 

Until  my  soul  is  free  ; 
Both  night  and  day  I  groan  and  sigh, 

0  Jesus  pardon  me  ! 

3  'Tis  done,  'tis  done,  I  do  believe, 

1  feel  my  soul  is  free  ; 
Thy  great  salvation  I  receive, 

Yes,  thou  hast  pardoned  me. 

32  It  Reaohes  Me. 

Whyte,  No.  51. 

1  Oh,  this  uttermost  salvation  ! 

'Tis  a  fountain  full  and  free, 
Pure,  exhaustless,  ever  flowing, 

Wondrous  grace,  it  reaches  me  ! 
Cho. — It  reaches  me  !  It  reaches  me  ! 

Wondrous  grace  !  it  reaches  me  ! 
Pure,  exhaustless,  ever  flowing, 
Wondrous  grace  !  it  reaches  me  ! 

2  How  amazing  God's  compassion, 

That  so  vile  a  worm  should  prove 
This  stupendous  bliss  of  heaven, 
This  unmeasured  wealth  of  love. 

3  Jesus,  Saviour,  I  adore  thee  ! 

Now  thy  love  I  will  proclaim, 
I  will  tell  *he  blessed  story, 
I  will  magnify  thy  name  ! 


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33  Whosoever  Heareth. 

G.  H.  &  S.  Songs,  p.  12. 

1  ''Whosoever  heareth,"  shout,  shout  the  sound! 
Send  the  blessed  tidings  all  tha  world  around  : 
Spread  the  joyful  news  wherever  man  is  found  : 

"Whosoever  will,  may  come." 

Cho. — "Whosoever  will,  whosoever  will,  " 

Send  the  proclamation  over  vale  and  hill ; 
'Tis  a  loving  Father  calls  the   wand'rer 

home  : 
"Whosoever  will,  may  come.  " 

2  Whosoever  cometh,  need  not  delay, 

Now  the  door  is  open,  enter  while  you  may  ; 
Jesus  is  the  true,  the  only  Living  Way  : 
"Whosoever  will,  may  come.  " 

3  '  'Whosoever  will,  "  the  promise  secure  ; 

"  Whosoever  will,  "  for  ever  must  endure  ; 
"Whosoever  will,  "  'tis  life  for  evermore  : 
"Whosoever  will,  may  come.  " 

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34  Revive  Us  Again. 

1  We  praise  thee,  O  God  !  for  the  Son  of  thy  love, 
For  Jesus  who  died,  and  is  now  gone  above. 

Cho. — Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory  ; 
Hallelujah  !  Amen  ! 
Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory  ; 
Revive  us  again. 

2  We  praise  thee,  O  God  !  for  thy  spirit  of  light, 
Who  has  shown  us  our  Saviour  and  scattered  our 

night. 

3  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
Who  has  borne  all  our  sins,  and  has  cleansed 

ev'ry  stain. 

4  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  God  of  all  grace, 
Who  has  bought  us,  and  sought  us,  and  guided 

our  ways. 

5  Revive  us  again  ;  fill  each  heart  with  thy  love  ; 
May  each  soul  be  rekindled  with  fire  from  above. 


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35  The  Story  of  Cleansing. 

P.  L.,  No.  139. 

1  'Tis  a  story  oft  repeated,  but  it  never  can  grow 

old, 
The  story  of  the  blood  that  make  us  clean  ; 
'Tis  the  sweetest  story  ears  have  heard  or  lips 
have  ever  told, 
The  blood  of  Jesus  cleanseth  from  all  sin. 

Cho. — Able  to  save  to  the  uitermosi,, 

He  offers  us  cleansing,  and  oh,  it  is 
free  ! 
Wondrous  salvation  !  it  saves  even  me  ! 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

2  How  it  rings  thro'  earth  and  heaven,  sung 

by  ransomed  choirs  above, 
Who  by  its  power  o'ercame  and  were   made 

clean  ; 
How  'tis  echoed  by  the  pure  of  earth,  sav'd  by 

redeeming  love ; 
The  blood  of  Jesus  cleanseth  from  all  sin. 

3  As  I  listen  to  the  message,  how   it  thrills   me 

with  delight ; 
The  fountain  now  is  open,  enter  in  ; 
Whosoever  will  may  venture  in  and  wash    his 

garments  white  ; 
The  blood  of  Jesus  cleanseth  from  all  sin. 

4  Then  why  should  I  tarry  longer  ?  Jesus'   call  I 

will  obey  ; 
I  come,  I  wash,  the  promised  rest  I  win, 
I  will  trust  his  power  to  keep  me  clean  each  mo- 
ment, ev'ry  day  ; 
The  blood  of  Jesus  cleanseth  from  all  sin. 

5  Oh,  this  wonderful  salvation,   praise  the  dear 

Redeemer's  name, 
It  reaches  me  ! — his  praise  I  must  begin  ; 
This  my  greatest  joy,  with  all  the  saved  forever 

to  proclaim, 
The  blood  of  Jesus  cleanseth  from  all  sin. 


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36  I  Believe  Jesus  Saves. 

S.  of  J.  and  G.,  No.  252. 

1  I  am  coming  to  Jesus  for  rest, 

Rest,  such  as  the  purified  know  ; 
My  soul  is  athirst  to  be  blest, 
To  be  washed  and  made  whiter  than  snow. 

Cho. — I  believe  Jesus  saves, 

And  his  blood  washes  whiter  than  snow. 
I  believe  Jesus  saves. 
And  his  blood  washes  whiter  than  snow. 

2  In  coming,  my  sins  I  deplore, 

My  weakness  and  poverty  show  ; 
I  long  to  be  sav'd  evermore, 

To  be  wash'd  and  made  whiter  than  snow. 

3  To  Jesus  I  give  up  my  all, 

Every  treasure  and  idol  I  know  ; 
For  his  fullness  of  blessing  I  call, 

Till  his  blood  washes  me  whiter  than  snow. 

4  I  am  trusting  in  Jesus  alone, 

Trusting  his  salvation  to  know  ; 
And  his  blood  doth  so  fully  atone, 

I  am  wash'd  and  made  whiter  than  snow. 

5  My  heart  is  in  raptures  of  love, 

Love  such  as  the  ransomed  ones  know  ; 
I  am  strengthen' d  with  might  from  above, 
I  am  washed  and  made  whiter  than  snow. 


31        Are  You  Washed  In  The  Blood? 

The  Quiver,  by  per.,  p.  14. 

1  Have  you  been  to  Jesus  for  the  cleansing  pow'r, 
Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Are  you  fully  trusting  in  His  grace  each  hour  ? 
Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 

Cho. — Are  you  washed  in  the  blood, 

In  the  soul-cleansing  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Are  your  garments  spotless  ?  are  they  white 
as  snow  ? 
Are  you  washed  in   the    blood    of   the 
Lamb? 


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2  Are  you  walking  daily  by  the  Saviour's  side  ? 

Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Do  you  rest  each  moment  in  the  Crucified  ? 
Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 

3  When  the  bridegroom  cometh,  will  your  robes 

be  white  ? 
Pure  and  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Will  your  soul  be  ready  for  the  mansions  bright, 
And  be  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb? 

4  Lay  aside  those  garments  that  are  stained  with 

Sin, 
And  be  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ! 
There's  a  fountain  flowing  for  the  soul  unclean, 

0  be  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ! 

38  Save  Me  at  the  Cross. 

Songs  of  Joy  and  Gladness,  No.  166. 

1  Loving  Saviour,  |  hear  my  cry,  || 

Trembling  to  Thy  arms  I  fly, 

O  save  me  at  the  cross  : 
I  have  sinned  but  |]  Thou  hast  died  ; 
In  Thy  mercy  let  me  hide, 

O  save  me  at  the  cross. 

Cho. — Dear  Jesus  receive  me, 

No  more  will  I  grieve  Thee, 
Now,  blessed  Redeemer, 
O  save  me  at  the  cross. 

2  Though  I  perish  J|  I  will  pray  | 

Thou  of  life  the  living  way 
O  save  me  at  the  cross, 
Thou  hast  said,  Thy  |  grace  is  free  |j 
Have  compassion,  Lord,  on  me, 
O  save  me  at  the  cross. 

3  Wash  me  in  Thy  j]  cleansing  blood,  || 

Plunge  me  now  beneath  the  flood, 
O  save  me  at  the  cross. 
Only  faith  will  Q  pardon  bring,  || 
In  that  faith  to  Thee  I  cling, 
O  save  me  at  the  cross. 


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39  Wilt  Thou  be  made  Whole? 

Songs  of  Redeeming  Love,  by  per.,  p.  72. 

1  I  hear  the  footsteps  of  Jesus, 

He  is  now  passing  by, 
Bearing  balm  for  the  wounded, 

Healing  all  who  apply  ; 
As  he  spake  to  the  suffrer 

Who  lay  at  the  pool, 
He  is  saying  this  moment, 

"  Wilt  thou  be  made  whole?" 

Cho. — Wilt  thou  be  made  whole  ?  wilt  thou 
be  made  whole  ? 

O  come  weary  suffrer,  O  come  sin- 
sick  soul ; 

See  the  lite-stream  is  flowing,  see  the 
cleansing  waves  roll, 

Step  into  the  current  and  thou  shalt 
be  whole. 

2  'Tis  the  voice  of  that  Saviour, 

Whose  merciful  call 
Freely  offers  salvation 

To  one  and  to  all ; 
He  is  now  beck'ning  to  nim 

Each  sin-tainted  soul, 
And  lovingly  asking, 

"  Wilt  thou  be  made  whole  ?" 

3  Are  you  halting  and  struggling, 

O'erpowered  by  your  sin, 
While  the  waters  are  troubled 

Can  you  not  enter  in  ? 
Lo,  the  Saviour  stands  waiting 

To  strengthen  your  soul, 
He  is  earnestly  pleading, 

"  Wilt  thou  be  made  whole  ?" 


40  He  Came  to  Save  Me. 

R.  L.  No.  2,  by  per.p.  112 

1  When  Jesus  laid  his  crown  aside, 
He  came  to  save  me  ; 
When  on  the  cross  he  bled  and  died, 
He  came  to  save  me. 


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Cho. — I'm  so  glad,  I'm  so  glad, 

Im  so  glad  that  Jesus  came,  ana 

grace  is  free. 
I'm  so  glad,  I'm  so  glad, 
I'm  so  glad  that  Jesus  came,  He 
came  to  save  me. 

2  In  my  poor  heart  he  deigns  to  dwell, 

He  came  to  save  me  ; 
0,  praise  his  name,  I  know  it  well, 
He  came  to  save  me. 

3  With  gentle  hand  he  leads  me  still, 

He  came  to  save  me  ; 
And  trusting  him  I  fear  no  ill, 
He  came  to  save  me. 

4  To  him  my  faith  with  rapture  clings, 

He  came  to  save  me  ; 
To  him  my  heart  looks  up  and  sings, 
He  came  to  save  me. 


41  Glorious  Fountain. 

Songs  of  Redeeming  Love,  by  per.,  p.  25. 

1  There  is  a  fountain,  ||:  filled  with  blood  :|| 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins, 
And  sinners  plunged  ||:  beneath  that  flood  :|| 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

Cho. — Oh,  glorious  fountain,  Here  will  I  stay, 
And  in  thee  ever  Wash  my  sins  away. 

2  The  dying  thief  |:  rejoiced  to  see  :|| 

That  fountain  in  his  day, 
And  there  may  I,  ||:  tho'  vile  as  he  :|| 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb,  ||:  thy  precious  blood  :|| 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  fl:  Church  of  God  :|| 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  || :  I  saw  the  stream  ;|| 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  ||:has  been  my  theme,  :|| 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 


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42  Only  A  Look. 

The  Ark  of  Praise,  by  per.,  p.  53. 

1  Only  a  look,  my  Saviour, 

While  trembling  here  I  bow, 
Only  a  look,  my  Saviour, 
My  heart  is  breaking  now, 

Cho. — Only  a  look,  only  a  look, 
Only  a  look  from  thee  ; 
One  look  from  the  cross,  the  blood-stained 
cross, 
Will  bring  sweet  peace  to  me. 

2  Only  a  look,  my  Saviour, 

Will  all  my  sins  forgive, 
Tenderly  now  behold  me, 
And  bid  my  spirit  live. 

3  Only  a  look,  my  Saviour, 

With  joy  my  heart  would  fill, 
Graciously  hear  my  pleading, 
And  bend  my  wayward  will. 

4  Only  a  look,  my  Saviour, 

'Tis  done,  the  work  is  thine, 
Thou,  by  a  look,  hast  made  me 
An  heir  of  grace  divine. 

Cho. — Only  a  look,  only  a  look, 
Only  a  look,  from  thee, 
One  look  from  the  cross,  the  blood-stained 
cross, 
Has  brought  sweet  peace  to  me. 


43  The  Open  Arms. 

Redeeming  Love  No.  2,  66. 

1  Oh,  why  are  you  slighting  the  Saviour, 
So  patient,  forgiving,  and  true  ? 
The  arms  of  his  mercy  are  open  ; 
He  offers  a  welcome  to  you. 

Cho. — O  come  to  the  arms  that  are  waiting, 
They  long  have  been  waiting  for  you 
Oh,  come  to  your  loving  Redeemer, 
So  gentle,  forgiving  and  true. 


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2  Once  led  as  a  lamb  to  the  slaughter, 

He  suffered,  and  languished,  and  died  ; 
And  now,  in  his  tender  compassion, 
He  shows  you  his  hands  and  his  side. 

3  Again  the  dear  Saviour  is  calling, 

O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die  ? 
Your  sun  may  go  down  in  a  moment, 
The  arrow  of  death  may  be  nigh. 

4  Again  the  dear  Saviour  is  pleading  ; 

Oh,  look  for  his  mercy  and  live ; 
The  pleasures  of  time  are  but  fleeting, 
Then  trust  not  the  promise  they  give. 


44  Redeemed. 

Songs  of  Triumph,  by  per.,  p.  30. 

1  Redeemed,  how  I  love  to  proclaim  it, 

Redeemed  by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 
Redeemed  thro'  His  infinite  mercy, 
His  child  and  forever  I  am. 

Cho. — Redeemed,  redeemed,  redeemed  by  the 
blood  of  the  Lamb, 
Redeemed,  redeemed,  His  child  and  for- 
ever I  am. 

2  Redeemed,  and  so  happy  in  Jesus, 

No  language  my  rapture  can  tell, 

I  know  that  the  light  of  his  presence 

With  me  doth  continually  dwell. 

3  I  think  of  my  blessed  Redeemer, 

I  think  of  Him  all  the  day  long, 
I  sing  for  I  cannot  be  silent, 

His  love  is  the  theme  of  my  song. 

4  I  know  I  shall  see  in  His  beauty, 

The  King  in  whose  law  I  delight, 

Who  lovingly  guardeth  my  footsteps, 

And  giveth  me  songs  in  the  night. 

5  I  know  there's  a  crown  that  is  waiting 

In  yonder  bright  mansion  for  me, 
And  soon  with  the  spirits  made  perfect, 
At  home  with  the  Lord  I  shall  be. 


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45  At  the  Cross. 

Songs  of  P.  L.,  No.  113,  by  per. 

1  Jesus,  Lord,  thy  dying  love, 

Hath  pierced  my  contrite  heart ; 
Now  take  ray  life,  and  let  me  prove 
How  dear  to  me  thou  art. 

Cho. — At  the  cross,  at  the  cross,  where  I  first  saw 
the  light, 
And  the  burden  of  my  heart  roll'd  away, 
It  was  there  by  faith  I  receiv'd  my  sight, 
And  now  I  am  happy  night  and. day  ! 

2  Amid  the  night  of  sin  and  death 

Thy  light  hath  filled  my  soul  ; 
To  me  thy  loving  voice  now  saith, 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole. 

3  I  kiss  thy  feet,  and  clasp  thy  hand, 

I  touch  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
O  let  me  here  forever  stand, 
Where  thou  wast  crucified. 

4  My  Lord,  my  light,  my  strength,  my  all, 

I  count  my  gain  but  loss  ; 

Forever  let  thy  love  enthrall, 

And  keep  me  at  the  cross. 

46  Waiting  for  the  Light. 

Garner,  No.  42,  by  per. 

1  I  am  waiting,  O  my  Father, 

For  the  coming  of  the  light, — 
For  the  sunshine  of  thy  presence, 
That  shall  lift  the  clouds  of  night. 

Cho. — I  am  waiting  for  thy  foot-step, 

As  it  comes  toward  my  door  ; — 
O,  my  Father,  enter  quickly, 
Leave  me  never,  never  more. 

2  I  am  waiting,  blessed  Saviour, 

Let  thy  presence  light  my  way, 
Let  thy  loving  hand  e'er  lead  me, 
Let  me  never  from  thee  stray. 


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3  I  am  waiting,  Lord,  why  tarry  ? 

Enter  quick  the  open  door, 
Let  me  feel  that  thou  art  with  me, 
And  I  ask  for  nothing  more. 

4  I  am  waiting,  0  my  Father. 

Yet  I  see  the  coming  light, 
Yet  I  feel  thy  tender  presence, 
Never  more  shpll  it  be  night. 


47  O  Prodigal,  Don't  Stay  Away. 

1  O  prodigal,  don't  stay  away  ! 
The  Father  is  waiting  to-day  ; 

There's  room  and  to  spare, 
There  is  raiment  to  wear  ; 
O  prodigal,  don't  stay  away. 

Cho. — Will  you  come,  will  you  come? 

Will  you  come,  come  home  to-day  ?  will  you 
come? 
There  is  welcome  for  you, 
There's  a  kiss  kind  and  true ; 
Then,  O  prodigal,  don't  stay  away. 

2  O  prodigal  brother,  come  home  ! 
Why  longer  in  wretchedness  roam  ? 

You  are  lonely  and  lost, 
You  are  driven  and  tost ; 
O  prodigal  brother,  come  home. 

3  O  prodigal,  what  will  you  do? 
Love's  table  is  waiting  for  you  ; 

Forgiveness  so  sweet, 
Sure,  your  coming  will  greet ; 
O  prodigal,  what  will  you  do  ? 

4  O  prodigal,  brother,  arise  ! 

For  pardon,  look  up  to  the  skies  ; 

No  longer  then  stray 

From  thy  Father  away  ; 
O  prodigal,  brother,  arise  ! 


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48  I  Have  Been  At  The  Fountain. 

Whyte,  No.  8. 

1  I  have  been  at  the  fountain,  at  the  wonderful 

fountain, 
Where  the  streams  of  blessing  flow  ; 
I  have  washed  my  garments  in  the  blood  of 

cleansing, 
And  am  made  as  white  as  snow. 

Cho. — Yes,  I've  been  at  the  fountain,  at  the  life- 
giving  fountain, 
And  believing,  entered  in  ; 
I  have  washed  my  garments  in  the  blood, 
hallelujah  ! 
And  am  saved  from  all  my  sin. 

2  I  am  saved,  hallelujah!  and  my  heart  is 

rejoicing 
In  the  gracious  One  who  died, 
And  who  made  atonement  by  the  blood,  so 
precious, 
Flowing  from  his  wounded  side. 

3  I  am  peacefully  resting  at  the  cross  of  the 

Saviour, 
Where  my  soul  was  cleansed  from  sin, 
Where  the  blood  is  flowing  to  redeem  and  save 

us, 
And  where  all  may  enter  in. 

4  O  what  joy  and  what  comfort  day  by  day  to 

be  drinking 
From  the  depths  of  love  divine, 
And  to  know  that  Jesus,  whoso  fully  saves  me, 
Is  forever  wholly  mine! 

5  On  his  faithfulness  resting,  in  his  warm  love 

confiding, 
I  can  feel  no  earthly  need  ; 
Oh,  how  sweet  the  trusting,  and  the  calm 


reposing 


This  is  peace  and  rest  indeed! 


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49  'Tis  Glory  in  My  Soul. 

S.  of  R.  L.,  p.  69. 

1  To  thy  cross,  dear  Christ,  I'm  clinging, 

All  ray  refuge  and  my  plea  ; 
Matchless  is  thy  loving  kindness, 
Else  it  had  not  stoop'd  to  me. 
Cno. — Oh,  'tis  glory  !  oh,  'tis  glory  ! 
Oh,  'tis  glory  in  my  soul, 
For  I've  touch'd  the  hem  of  his  garment, 
Ana  his  pow'r  doth  make  me  whole. 

2  Long  my  heart  hath  heard  thee  calling, 

But  I  thrust  aside  thy  grace  ; 
Yet,  O  boundless  condescension, 
Love  is  shining  from  thy  face. 

3  Love  eternal,  light  eternal, 

Close  me  safely,  sweetly  in  : 

Saviour,  let  thy  balm  of  healing, 

Ever  keep  me  free  from  sin. 

50  Cleansing  Wave. 

Epworth,  No.  102. 

1  Oh,  now  I  see  the  crimson  wave, 

The  fountain  deep  and  wide, 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  mighty  to  save, 
Points  to  his  wounded  side. 
Cho. — The  cleansing  stream,  I  see,  I  see  ! 

I  plunge,  and  Oh,  it  cleanseth  me  ! 

Oh,  praise  the  Lord,  it  cleanseth  me  ! 

It  cleanseth  me,  yes,  cleanseth  me  ! 

2  I  see  the  new  creation  rise, 

I  hear  the  speaking  blood  ; 
It  speaks  !  polluted  nature  dies  ! 
Sinks  'neath  the  cleansing  flood. 

3  I  rise  to  walk  in  heaven's  own  light, 

Above  the  world  and  sin, 
With  heart    made    pure,    and    garments 
white, 
And  Christ  enthroned  within. 

4  Amazing  grace  !  'tis  heaven  below, 

To  feel  the  blood  applied  ; 
And  Jesus,  only  Jesus  know, 
My  Jesus  crucified. 


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51  Standing  on  the  Promises. 

Songs  of  P.  L.,  No.  120. 

1  Standing  on  the  promises  of  Christ  my  King, 
Thro'  eternal  ages  let  his  praises  ring  ; 
Glory  in  the  highest,  I  will  shout  and  sing, 

Standing  on  the  promises  of  God. 

Cho. — Standing  on  the  promise,  Standing  on  the 
promise, 
Standing  on  the  promises  of  God  my 
Saviour ; 
Standing  on  the  promise,  Standing  on  the 
promise, 
I'm  standing  on  the  promises  of  God. 

2  Standing  on  the  promises  that  cannot  fail, 
When  the  howling  storms  of  doubt  and  fear 

assail, 
By  the  living  Word  of  God  I  shall  prevail, 
Standing  on  the  promises  of  God. 

3  Standing  on  the  promises  I  now  can  see 
Perfect,  present  cleansing  in  the  blood  for  me  ; 
Standing  on  the  liberty  where  Christ  makes  free, 

Standing  on  the  promises  of  God. 

4  Standing  on  the  promises  of  Christ  the  Lord, 
Bound  to  him  eternally  by  love's  strong  cord, 
Overcoming  daily  with  the  Spirits'  sword, 

Standing  on  the  promises  of  God. 

5  Standing  on  the  promises  I  cannot  fall, 
Listening  every  moment  to  the  Spirits'  call, 
Resting  in  my  Saviour,  as  my  all  in  all, 

Standing  on  the  promises  of  God. 


52  The  Sure  Foundation. 

R.  L.,  No.  2,  p.  58,  by  per. 

1  There  stands  a  rock  on  shores  of  time, 
That  rears  to  heav'n  its  head  sublime  ; 
That  rock  is  cleft,  and  they  are  blest 
Who  find  within  this  clett  a  rest. 


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Cho. — Some  build  their  hopes  on  the  ever  drifting 
sand, 
Some  on  the  fame,  or  their  treasure  or  their 

land. 
Mine's  on  a  rock  that  forever  will  stand, 
Jesus,  the  "Rock  of  Ages." 

2  That  rock's  a  cross,  its  arms  outspread, 
Celestial  glory  bathes  its  head  ; 

To  its  firm  base  my  all  I  bring, 
And  to  the  Cross  of  Ages  cling. 

3  That  Rock's  a  tower,  whose  lofty  height, 
Illumed  with  heav'n's  unclouded  light, 
Opes  wide  its  gate  beneath  the  dome 
Where  saints  find  rest  with  Christ  at  home. 


53  Tell  It  To  Jesus. 

Whyte,  No.  15. 

1  Are  you  weary,  are  you  heavy  hearted  ? 

Tell  it  to  Jesus,  Tell  it  to  Jesus. 
Are  you  grieving  overjoys  departed? 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  alone. 

Cho. — Tell  it  to  Jesus,  Tell  it  to  Jesus, 
He  is  a  friend  well  known: 
You  have  no  other  such  a  friend  or  brother, 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  alone. 

2  Do  the  tears  flow  down  your  cheeks  unbidden  ? 

Tell  it  to  Jesus,  Tell  it  to  Jesus. 
Have  you  sins  that  to  man's  eye  are  hidden? 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  alone. 

3  Do  you  fear  the  gath'ring  clouds  of  sorrow  ? 

Tell  it  to  Jesus,  Tell  it  to  Jesus. 
Are  your  anxious  what  shall  be  to-morrow  ? 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  alone. 

4  Are  you  troubled  at  the  thought  of  dying  ? 

Tell  it  to  Jesus,  Tell  it  to  Jesus. 
For  Christ's  coming  Kingdom  are  you  sighing  ? 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  alone. 


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54  He  Saves  Me  Through  and  Through. 

S.  of  J.  and  G.,  No.  208,  by  per. 

1  The  blood  that  Jesus  shed  for  me 
When  groaning,  dying  on  the  tree, 
From  all  transgressioDs  cleanseth  me, 

And  saves  me  through  and  through. 

Cho. — Sav'd,  sav'd,  yes,  I  am  sav'd, 
My  heart  is  created  anew  ; 
The  blood  of  Jesus  cleanseth  me, 
And  saves  me  through  and  through. 

2  In  perfect  trust  I  now  resign 

My  all  to  him  whose  will  is  mine  ; 
He  fills  my  soul  with  love  diviDe, 
And  saves  me  through  and  through. 

3  No  angel  tongue  such  praise  can  bring, 
Nor  learn  the  song  that  now  I  sing 

To  him,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
Who  saves  me  through  and  through. 

4  I  know  not  what  my  joy  will  be, 
When  face  to  face  my  Lord  I  see, 
But  this  I  know,  he  cleanseth  me, 

And  saves  me  through  and  through. 


55  Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb. 

Songs  of  P.  L.,  by  ser.,  No.  78. 

1  At  the  fountain,  precious  fountain, 
Jesus  washed  my  sins  away, 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  !  to  the  Lamb  ; 
And  rejoicing  in  his  mercy, 
There  I  linger  all  the  day, 

Hallelujah  !  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

Cho. — Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 

My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  heard 

my  call  ; 
At  the  fountain,  precious  fountain, 
Praise  the  Lord,  there's  room  for 
all; 
Hallelujah  f  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 


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2  Hallelujah,  Jesus  saves  me, 
In  my  heart  he  reigns  supreme, 

Hallelujah  !    hallelujah  !  to  the  Lamb  ; 
And  the  brightness  of  his  glory- 
Shines  above  the  cleansing  stream, 

Hallelujah  !  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

8  I  am  trusting,  fully  trusting, 
In  the  power  of  grace  divine, 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Jesus  saves  me  now  and  ever, 
I  am  his  and  he  is  mine, 

Hallelujah  !  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

4  Oh,  the  renting,  holy  resting  ! 
Not  a  shadow  veils  my  brow, 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  to  the  Lamb  ; 
For  the  perfect  love  of  Jesus, 
With  its  fulness  fills  me  now, 

Hallelujah  !  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

•Tis  so  Sweet. 

Songs  of  Triumph,  by  per.,  p.  46. 

1  'Tis  so  sweet  to  trust  in  Jesus, 

Just  to  take  Him  at  His  Word. 
Just  to  rest  upon  his  promise, 

Just  to  know,  "Thus  saith  the  Lord." 
Cho. — Jesus,  Jesus,  how  I  trust  him  ; 

How  I've  prov'd  him  o'er  and  o'er. 
Jesus,  Jesus,  precious  Jesus  ! 
O  for  grace  to  trust  him  more. 

2  O,  how  sweet  to  trust  in  Jesus, 

Just  to  trust  His  cleansing  blood  ; 
Just  in  simple  faith  to  plunge  me, 
'Neath  the  healing,  cleansing  flood. 

3  Yes,  'tis  sweet  to  trust  in  Jesus, 

Just  from  sin  and  self  to  cease  ; 
Just  from  Jesus  simply  taking 
Life,  and  rest,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

4  I'm  so  glad  I  learned  to  trust  Thee, 

Precious  Jesus,  Saviour,  Friend  ; 
And  I  know  that  thou  art  with  me, 
Wilt  be  with  me  to  the  end. 


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57  He  Loved  Me  So. 

Whyte,  No.  37. 

1  By  faith  the  Lamb  of  God  I  see, 

Expiring  on  the  cross  for  me  ; 
He  paid  the  mighty  debt  I  owe  ; 
He  died  because  he  loved  me  so. 

Cho. — He  loved  me  so,  he  loved  me  so, 
He  died  because  he  loved  me  so. 

2  For  me  the  Father  sent  his  Son  ; 

For  me  the  victory  he  won  ; 
To  save  my  soul  from  endless  woe, 
He  died  because  he  loved  me  so. 

3  So  glad  I  am  that  he  is  mine, 

So  glad  that  I  with  him  shall  shine  ; 
I'll  trust  in  him,  for  this  I  know, 
He  died  because  he  loved  me  so. 

4  0  Lamb  of  God,  that  made  me  free, 

I  consecrate  my  all  to  thee  ; 
My  all, — for  this  I  surely  know, 
He  died  because  he  loved  me  so. 

5  And  when  my  Lord  shall  bid  me  come, 

To  join  the  loved  ones  round  the  throne, 
I'll  sing,  as  through  the  gates  I  go, 
He  died  because  he  loved  me  so. 


58  In  Bethany. 

R.  L.  No.  2,  by  per.,  p.  97. 

1  'Twas  good  to  sit  at  Jesus'  feet 
In  Bethany,  dear  Bethany  ! 
And  feel  his  tender  love  so  sweet, 
In  Bethany,  dear  Bethany  ! 

Cho. — If  now  our  faith  and  prayers  agree, 

Our  grateful  hearts  as  glad  may  be 
As  those  that  Jesus  came  to  see 
In  Bethany,  dear  Bethany  ! 


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2  His  welcome  voice  with  joy  they  heard 

In  Bethany,  dear  Bethany  ! 
They  treasured  up  each  precious  word, 
In  Bethany,  dear  Bethany  ! 

3  Whene'er  he  came  their  souls  were  blest 

In  Bethany,  dear  Bethany  ! 
His  presence  left  a  hallowed  rest, 
In  Bethany,  dear  Bethany  ! 

4  O  Saviour,  make  these  hearts  of  ours 

Thy  Bethany,  dear  Bethany  !  - 
And  grant  to  us  the  balmy  showers 
Of  Bethany,  dear  Bethany  ! 

59  Meditation. 

Hymnal,  759. 

1  O,  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all ! 

2  Where  dost  thou,  dear  Shepherd,  resort  with  thy 

sheep, 
To  feed  them  in  pastures  of  love  ? 
Say,  why  in  the  valley  6*f  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  this  wilderness  rove  ? 

3  O  why  should  I  wander,  an  alien  from  thee, 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrow  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone. 

5  He  looks  !  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  : 
He  speaks  !  and  eternity,  filled  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

6  Dear  Shepherd  !  I  hear,  and  will  follow  thy  call ; 

I  know  the  sweet  sound  of  thy  voice  ; 
Restore  and  defend  me,  for  thou  art  my  all, 
And  in  thee  I  will  ever  rejoice. 


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60  Full  Salvation. 

B.  S.,  p.  33. 

1  Precious  Saviour  thou  hast  sav'd  me  ; 

Thine  and  only  thine  I  am  ; 
Oh!  the  cleansing  blood  has  reach'd  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb! 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  Jesus  saves  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb! 
Oh!  the  cleansing  blood  has  reach'd  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb! 

2  Long  my  yearning  heart  was  trying 

To  enjoy  this  perfect  rest ; 
But  I  gave  all  trying  over  : 
Simply  trusting,  I  was  blest. 

3  Trusting,  trusting  ev'ry  moment ; 

Feeling  now  the  blood  applied ; 

Lying  at  the  cleansing  fountain  ; 

Dwelling  in  my  Saviour's  side. 

4  Consecrated  to  thy  service, 

I  will  live  and  die  to  thee  ; 
I  will  witness  to  thy  glory 
Of  salvation  full  and  free. 

5  Yes,  I  will  stand  up  for  Jesus  ; 

He  has  sweetly  saved  my  soul, 
Cleansed  me  from  inbred  corruption, 
Sanctified,  and  made  me  whole. 

6  Glory  to  the  blood  that  bought  me, 

Glory  to  its  cleansing  power! 
Glory  to  the  blood  that  keeps  me! 
Glory,  glory,  evermore! 

61  Only  Trust  Him. 

1  Come  every  soul  by  sin  oppressed, 
There's  mercy  with  the  Lord, 
And  He  will  surely  give  you  rest, 
By  trusting  in  his  word. 

Cho. — Only  trust  Him,  only  trust  Him. 
Only  trust  Him  now  ; 
He  will  save  you,  He  will  save  you, 
He  will  save  you  now. 


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2  For  Jesus  shed  His  precious  blood 

Rich  blessings  to  bestow  ; 
Plunge  now  into  the  crimson  flood 
That  washes  white  as  snow. 

3  Yes,  Jesus  is  the  Truth,  the  Way, 

That  leads  you  into  rest ; 
Believe  in  Him  without  delay 

And  you  are  fully  blest. 
5  Come  then,  and  join  this  holy  band, 

And  on  to  glory  go, 
To  dwell  in  that  celestial  land, 

Where  joys  immortal  flow. 

62  Jesus  will  Give  You  Rest. 

1  Will  you  come,  will  yon  come  with  your  broken 

heart, 
Burden'd  and  sin-oppressed  ? 
Lay  it  down  at  the  feet  of  the  Saviour  and  Lord, 
Jesus  will  give  you  rest. 

Cho. — O  happy  rest,  sweet  happy  rest ! 
Jesus  will  give  you  rest, 
Oh  !  why  won't  you  come  in  simple, 
trusting  faith  ? 
Jesus  will  give  you  rest. 

2  Will  you  come,  will  you  come?  there  is  mercy 

for  you, 
Balm  for  your  aching  breast ; 
Only  come  as  you  are,  and  believe  on  His  name, 
Jesus  will  give  you  rest. 

3  Will  you  come,  will  you  come  ?  you  have  noth- 

ing to  pay, 
Jesus,  who  loves  you  best, 
By  His  death  on  the  Cross  purchased  life  for 
your  soul ; 
Jesus  will  give  you  rest. 

4  Will  you  come,  will  you  come  ?  how  He  pleads 

with  you  now  ! 
Fly  to  His  loving  breast ; 
And  whatever  your  sin  or  your  sorrow  may  be, 
Jesus  will  give  you  rest. 


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63  Angels  Hovering  Round. 

.  Glad  H.,  No.  166. 

1  There  are  angels  hov'ring  round, 
There  are  angels  hov'ring  round, 
There  are  angels,  angels  hjv'ring  round. 

2  To  carry  the  tidings  home. 

3  To  the  New  Jerusalem. 

4  Poor  sinners  are  coming  home. 
5.  And  Jesus  bids  them  come, 

6  We  are  on  our  journey  home. 

7  Let  him  that  heareth,  come. 

8  And  him  that  thirsteth  come. 

9  Whosoever  will  may  come. 

64  Waiting  At  The  Pool. 

B.  L.,  No.  85,  by  per. 

1  Thousands  stand  to-day  in  sorrow, 

Waiting  at  the  pool ; 
Saying  they  will  wash  to-morrow, 

Waiting  at  the  pool ; 
Others  step  in  left  and  right, 
Wash  their  stained  garments  white 
Leaving  you  in  sorrow's  night; 

waiting  at  the  pool  ; 
Waiting,  Waiting,  Waiting  at  the  pool. 

2  Souls,  your  filthy  garments  wearing, 

Waiting  at  the  pool ; 
Hearts,  your  heavy  burden  bearing, 

Waiting  at  the  pool ; 
Can  it  be  you  never  heard, 
Jesus  long  ago  hath  stirred 
The  waters  with  his  mighty  word, 

Waiting  at  the  pool  ? 

3  Thousands  once  were  standing  near  you, 

Waiting  at  the  pool ; 
Come  their  voices  back  to  cheer  you, 

Waiting  at  the  pool ; 
Back  from  Canaan's  happy  shore, 
Sorrows  past  and  labor  o'er, 
Where  they  stand  in  tears  no  more, 

Waiting  at  the  pool. 


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Mother-leaves  the  son,  the  daughter, 

Wafting  at  the  pool ; 
Calls  to  them  across  the  water, 

Waiting  at  the  pool ; 
You  can  never  more  embrace 
Mother,  or  behold  her  face, 
If  you  keep  the  Leper's  place, 

Waiting  at  the  pool. 

Step  in  boldly — death  may  smite  you, 

Waiting  at  the  pool  ; 
Jesus  may  no  more  invite  you, 

Waiting  at  the  pool ; 
Faith  is  near  you,  take  her  hand, 
Seek  with  her  the  better  land, 
And  no  longer  doubting  stand 

Waiting  at  the  pool. 


65  Rock  of  Ages. 

Hymnal,  415. 

1  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed. 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

jet  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


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66  Safe  On  The  Rook. 

Whyte,  No.  71. 

1  Safe  on  the  Rock  I  have  anchored, 

There  will  I  cling,  There  will  I  cling, 
Trusting  alone  my  Redeemer, 

Glory  to  him  will  I  sing  ; 
Safe  tho'  the  waves  of  temptation 

Darkly  may  roll,  darkly  may  roll ; 
Safe  where  no  evil  can  harm  me, — 

Safe  on  the  Rock  of  my  soul. 

Cho. — Safe  on  the  rock  I  have  anchored, 

There  will  I  cling,  There  will  I  cling, 
Trusting  alone  my  Redeemer, 
Glory  to  him  will  I  sing. 

2  Safe  on  the  rock  I  have  anchored, 

Jesus  is  mine,  Jesus  is  mine  ; 
Strong  is  my  heart  and  rejoicing, 

Filled  with  his  fullness  divine  ; 
Oh  what  ineffable  splendor 

Breaks  on  my  sight,  breaks  on  my  sight ; 
Visions  of  home  over  Jordan, — 

Visions  of  holy  delight. 

3  Safe  on  the  Rock  in  the  desert, 

There  I  abide,  there  I  abide  ; 
Rock  where  the  waters  refreshing, 

Peacefully,  tenderly  glide  ; 
Safe  in  the  watch  care  of  Jesus 

Happy  and  blest,  happy  and  blest  ; 
Safe  on  the  bosom  that  loves  me, — 

Now  and  forever  my  rest. 


61     Will  You  be  Washed  in  the  Blood? 
1  List,  the  Spirit  calls  to  thee, 

Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 
Jesus  died  to  make  you  free, 
Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 
Pardon  freely  given, 
Cleansing  you  for  heaven. 


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Cho. — Will  you  be  washed, 

Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Will  you  be  washed, 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 

2  Sinner,  now  this  blessing  claim, 
Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 

Thro'  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 
Claim  Him  as  your  Savior, 
He  can  save  forever. 

3  He  can  wash  you  white  as  snow, 
Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 

And  the  witness  you  may  know, 
Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 
You  can  know  this  hour 
Of  his  dying  power. 

4  Christ  did  drink  that  cup  for  all, 
Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 

Don't  reject  the  Spirit's  call, 
Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 
Grace  is  all  abounding, 
Joy  through  heaven  resounding. 

68  Near  the  Cross. 

1  Near  the  cross  of  Jesus, 

Ever  let  me  be, 
Where  the  precious  fountain 
Flows  and  cleanseth  me. 

Cho. — Near  the  cross,  near  the  cross, 
Cross  of  Calvary ; 
Near  the  cross  of  Jesus, 
Ever  let  me  be. 

2  Neath  the  peaceful  shadow, 

From  the  noontide  heat, 
I  would  ever  linger 
In  that  refuge  sweet. 

3  Sweet  and  peaceful  shelter, 

On  it  I  rely, 
Thro'  the  storms  and  tempests, 
That  around  me  lie. 


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69  A  Worker's  Prayer. 

1  Lord,  speak  to  me,  that  I  may  speak, 

In  living  echoes  of  thy  tone  ; 
As  thou  hast  sought,  so  let  me  seek, 
Thy  erring  children,  lost  and  lone. 

Cho. — O  lead  me,  Lord,  that  I  may  lead 

The  wand'ring  and  the  wav'ring  feet ; 
O  feed  me,  Lord,  that  I  may  feed 
Thy  hung'ring  one  with  manna  sweet. 

2  O  strengthen  me,  that  while  I  stand, 

Firm  on  the  rock,  and  strong  in  thee, 
I  may  stretch  out  a  loving  hand, 
To  Wrestlers  in  the  troubled  sea. 

3  O  teach  me,  Lord,  that  I  may  teach,    • 

The  precious  things  thou  dost  impart ; 
And  wing  my  words,  that  they  may  reach 
The  hidden  depths  of  many  a  heart. 

4  O  give  thine  own  sweet  rest  to  me, 

That  I  may  speak  with  soothing  power, 
A  word  in  season,  as  from  thee. 
To  weary  ones  in  needful  hour. 

5  O  fill  me  with  thy  fulness,  Lord, 

Until  my  very  heart  o'er  flow, 
In  kindling  tho't,  and  glowing  word, 
Thy  love  to  tell,  thy  praise  to  show. 

6  O  use  me,  Lord,  use  even  me, 

Just  as  thou  wilt,  and  when  and  where  ; 
Until  thy  blessed  face  I  see, 
Thy  rest,  thy  joy,  thy  glory  share. 


70  Look  Above. 

S.  of  P.  L.,  No.  58,  by  per. 

1  Look  above,  oh,  look  above. 
Ye  who  toil  and  labor  here, 
See  the  morning  light  of  love 
Thro'  the  mist  and  clouds  appear. 


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Cho. — Look  above  where  blossoms  fair 
Wave  amid  the  fragrant  air  ; 
Look  above,  where  all  is  love, 
Look  above  ;  your  home  is  there. 

2  Look  away,  oh,  look  away 

From  the  stormy  waves  that  roll, 
Where  in  realms  of  endless  day 
Songs  of  rapture  fill  the  soul. 

3  Look  beyond  the  winter's  gloom, 

Look  beyond  its  frowning  skies  ; 
Look  beyond  the  silent  tomb, 
To  a  spring  that  never  dies. 

Cleanse  and  Fill  Me. 

Dr.  H.  L.  Gilmour,  by  per. 

1  I  am  coming,  Jesus,  coming, 

At  thy  feet  I  humbly  bow  ; 
I  have  tasted  thy  salvation, 
But  I  want  the  fulness  now. 

Cho. — Cleanse  and  fill  me,  cleanse  and  fill 
me, 
Fill  me  with  thy  Spirit  now  ; 
Cleanse  and  fill  me,  blessed  Jesus, 
Fill  me  with  thy  Spirit  now. 

2  Take  away  the  bent  to  sinning, 

Ev'ry  bitter  root  within  ; 
Heal  the  tide  at  its  beginning 
That  has  caused  me  oft  to  sin. 

3  Search  as  with  a  lighted  caudle 

Ev'ry  hidden  corner,  Lord  ; 
Separate  me  from  the  evil, 
Thro'  thine  ever-living  Word. 

4  Now  thou  art  the  blood  applying, 

I  am  clean,  I  feel  the  flow 
That  alone  hath  power  to  make  me 
Whiter  than  the  purest  snow. 

5  Lo  !  the  promise  of  the  Father 

Swift  descends,  and  fills  me  now  ; 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 

Thou  art  cleansing,  filling  now. 


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72  It  is  Good  to  be  Here. 

Songs  of  Triumph,  by  per.,  p.  17. 

1  Oh  how  happy  are  they 

Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  ; 

Tongue  can  never  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

Cho  —It  is  good  to  be  here,  it  is  good  to  be  here, 
Thy  perfect  love  now  drives  away  all  our 

fear, 
And  light  streaming  down  makes  the 

pathway  all  clear, 
It  is  good  tor  us,  Lord,  to  be  here. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  received  through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When  ray  heart  first  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  received— 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  His  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore, 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 

O,  that  all  His  salvation  might  see  ; 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffered  and  died, 
To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 

Cho.— Praise  the  Lord,  praise  the  Lord,  O,  my 
soul,  rejoice  and  sing  ; 
Praise  the  Lord  for  his  love  to  me, 
He  redeemed  me  with  his  blood,  O,  the 

precious,  cleansing  flood, 
Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord. 


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73  What  a  Reaping  There  Will  Be. 

Whyte,  No.  40. 

1  In  the  field  of  Christian  duty  there's  a  place  for 
every  one, 
And  the  moments  like  the  shadows  glide 
away  ; 
But  there's  work  to  do  for  Jesus,  and  a  work 
that  must  be  done, 
From  the  dawning  till  the  closing  of  the  day. 

Cho. — Sowing,  praying,  trusting,  waiting, 

Till  the  coming  of  the  Master  we  shall  see, 
Then  among  the  tried  and  faithful  in  the 
harvest  fields  above, 
What  a  reaping,  what  a  reaping  there 
will  be. 


2  O,  that  field  of  Christian  duty  all  around  us  we 
may  find, 
And  we  need  not  turn  our  footsteps  far  away, 
There  are  weary  ones  to  comfort,  there  are 
broken  hearts  to  bind, 
From  the  dawning  till  the  closing  of  the  day, 


3  Yes,  there's  work  to  do  for  Jesus, — there  are 
sinners  to  reclaim, — 
We  must  scatter  love  and  kindness  in  their 
way; 
With  a  patient,  humble  spirit  we  must  labor  in 
his  name, 
From  the  dawning  till  the  closing  of  the  day. 


4  In  that  field  of  Christian  duty  we  are  toiling  not 
in  vain, 
For  the  Saviour  will  reward  us  by  and  by  ; 
Oh,  'tis  worth  our  strongest  efforts,  more  than 
worth  a  life  of  praise  ! 
When  we  think  of  yonder  mansion  in  the  sky. 


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74  All  The  Way. 

Epworth,  No.  176. 

1  All  the  way  my  Saviour  leads  me  ; 

What  have  I  to  ask  beside  ? 
Can  I  doubt  his  tender  mercy, 

Who  through  life  has  been  my  guide  ? 
Heavenly  peace,  divinest  comfort, 

Here  by  faith  in  him  to  dwell  ! 
For  I  know,  whate'er  befall  me, 

Jesus  doeth  all  things  well  ; 
For  I  know,  whate'er  befall  me, 

Jesus  doeth  all  things  well. 

2  All  the  way  my  Saviour  leads  me  ; 

Cheers  each  winding  path  I  tread  ; 
Gives  me  grace  for  every  trial, 

Feeds  me  with  the  living  bread  ; 
Though  my  weary  steps  may  falter, 

And  my  soul  athirst  may  be, 
Gushing  from  the  Rock  before  me, 

Lo  !  a  spring  of  joy  I  see  ? 

Gushing  from  the  Rock,  &c. 

3  All  the  way  my  Saviour  leads  me  ; 

Oh,  the  fullness  of  his  love  ! 
Perfect  rest  to  me  is  promised 

In  my  Father's  house  above  ; 
When  my  spirit,  clothed  immortal, 

Wings  its  flight  to  realms  of  day, 
This  my  song  through  endless  ages — 

Jesus  led  me  all  the  way  ; 
This  my  song,  &c. 


Tf5.  My  Brethren,  I  Have  Found. 

1  My  brethren,  I  have  found 
A  land  which  doth  abound 

With  food  as  sweet  as  manna  ; 
The  more  I  eat  I  find 
The  more  I  am  inclined 
To  sing  and  shout  hozanna. 


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Cho. — And  as  we  march  along, 

We'll  sing  the  Christian's  song, 

We  hope  to  live  forever. 
My  soul  doth  long  to  go, 
Where  it  shall  fully  know, 

The  beauties  of  my  Saviour. 

What  must  tiie  fountain  be 
From  which  grace  flows  so  free, 

It  yields  both  peace  and  pleasure  ; 
There's  no  terrestrial  bliss 
Could  ever  equal  this, 

A  foretaste  of  my  Saviour. 

Perhaps  you  think  I'm  wild 
And  simple  as  a  child  : 

I  am  a  child  of  glory. 
My  joy  is  from  above, 
My  heart  is  filled  with  love, 

I  long  to  tell  the  story. 

Now,  brethren,  can  you  say, 
That  you  are  on  your  way — 

Are  on  your  way  to  glory  ? 
I  care  not  for  your  name  ; 
Religion  is  the  same  ; 

Come  tell  the  pleasing  story. 


76       Arise,  Shin£,  Give  God  the  Glory. 

Arise,  shine,  give  God  the  glory, 
Arise,  shine,  etc. 
Arise,  shine,  etc. 

Soldiers  of  the  cross. 

I  am  glad  I'm  in  this  army, 
I  am  glad,  etc. 
I  am  glad,  etc. 

Soldiers  of  the  cross. 

I  am  rising,  higher,  higher, 
I  am  rising,  etc. 
I  am  rising,  etc. 

Soldiers  of  the  cross. 


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T7  Blessed  Assurance. 

Epworth. 

1  Blessed  assurance,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 
O,  what  a  foretaste  of  glory  divine  ! 
Heir  of  salvation,  purchase  of  God, 
Born  of  his  Spirit,  washed  in  his  blood. 

Cho. — This  is  my  story,  this  is  my  song, 

Praising  my  Saviour  all  the  day  long  ; 
This  is  my  story,  this  is  my  song, 
Praising  my  Saviour  all  the  day  long. 

2  Perfect  submission,  perfect  delight, 
Visions  of  rapture  burst  on  my  sight, 
Angels  descending,  bring  from  above, 
Echoes  of  mercy,  whispers  of  love. 

3  Perfect  submission,  all  is  at  rest, 

I  in  my  Saviour  am  happy  and  blest, 
Watching  and  waiting,  looking  above, 
Filled  with  his  goodness,  lost  in  his  love. 


78      My  Hope  is  Built  on  Nothing  Less. 

Epworth,  No.  178. 

1  My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 

On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  1  stand ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

2  When  darkness  seems  to  veil  his  face, 
I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace  ; 

In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  veil. 

3  His  word,  his  covenant,  and  blood 
Support  me  in  the  'whelming  flood  ; 
When  all  around  on  earth  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  help  and  stay. 


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79     O  For  a  Thousand  Tongues. 

1  0  for  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 

My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  Spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  Thy  name. 

3  Jesus  !  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease, 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  canceled  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 


80   Nothing  but  the  Blood  of  Jesus. 

1  What  can  wash  away  my  stain? 

Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus  ; 
What  can  make  me  whole  again  ? 
Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus. 

Cho. — 0  precious  is  the  flow 

That  makes  me  white  as  snow  ; 
No  other  fount  I  know, 
Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus. 

2  For  my  cleansing  this  I  see, 
For  my  pardon  this  my  plea — 

3  Nothing  can  for  sin  atone, 
Naught  of  good  that  I  have  done — 

4  This  is  all  my  hope  and  peace, 
This  is  all  my  righteousness — 

5  Now  by  this  I'll  overcome, 

Now  by  this  I'll  reach  my  home — 

6  Glory  !  glory  !  thus  I  sing, 

All  my  praise  for  this  I  bring' — 


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81  Gather  the  Reapers  Home. 

1  Have  ye  heard  the  song  from  the  golden  land  ? 

Have  ye  heard  the  glad  new  song, 
Let  us  bind  our  sheaves  with  a  willing  hand, 
For  the  time  will  not  be  long. 

Cho. — The  Lord  of  the  harvest  will  soon  appear, 
His  smile,  His  voice  we  shall  see  and  hear, 
The  Lord  of  the  harvest  will  soon  appear, 
And  gather  the  reapers  home. 

2  They  are  looking  down  from  the  golden  land, 

Our  beloved  are  looking  down, 
They  have  done  their  work,  they  have  borne 
their  cross, 
And  received  their  promised  crown. 

3  O  the  song  rolls  on  from  the  golden  land. 

And  our  hearts  are  strong  to-day, 
For  it  nerves  our  souls  with  its  music  sweet, 
And  we  toil  in  the  noon-tide  ray. 

4  O  the  song  rolls  on  from  the  golden  land, 

From  its  vales  of  joy  and  flowers, 
And  we  feel  and  know  by  a  living  faith 
That  its  tones  will  soon  be  ours. 


82        'Tis  So  Sweet  to  Trust  in  Jesus. 

Songs  of  Triumph,  by  per. 

1  'Tis  so  sweet  to  trust  in  Jesus, 

Just  to  take  Him  at  His  Word  ; 
Just  to  rest  upon  his  promise  ; 
Just  to  know,  "Thus  saith  the  Lord." 

Cho. — Jesus,  Jesus,  how  I  trust  him  ; 

|How  I've  prov'd  him  o'er  and  o'er. 
Jesus,  Jesus,  Precious  Jesus  ! 
O  for  grace  to  trust  him  more. 

2  O,  how  sweet  to  trust  in  Jesus, 

Just  to  trust  His  cleansing  blood  ; 
Just  in^simple  faith  to  plung  ©  me 
'Neath  the  healing,  cleansing  flood. 


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3  Yes,  'tis  sweet  to  trust  in  Jesus, 

Just  from  sin  and  self  to  cease  ; 
Just  from  Jesus  simply  taking 
Life,  and  rest,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

4  I'm  so  glad  I  learned  to  trust  Thee, 

Precious  Jesus,  Savionr,  Friend  ; 
And  I  know  that  thou  art  with  me, 
Wilt  be  with  me  to  the  end. 

83  Harvest  Time. 

R.  L.  No.  2,  by  per.,  p.  107. 

1  The  seed  I  have  scattered  in  spring-time  with 

weeping, 
And  watered  with  tears  and  with  dews  from 

on  high  ; 
Another  may  shout  when  the  harvesters  reaping 
Shall  gather  my  grain  in  the  "sweet  by  and 

by." 

Cho. — Over  and  over,  yes,  deeper  and  deeper 

My  heart  is  pierced  through  with  life's 
sorrowing  cry, 
But  the  tears  of  the  sower  and  songs  of  the 
reaper 
Shall  mingle  together  in  joy  by  and  by. 
By  and  by,  by  and  by, 

By  and  by,  by  and  by, 
Yes  the  tears  of  the  sower  and  songs  of  the 
reaper 
Shall  mingle  together  in  joy  by  and  by. 

2  Another  may  reap  what  in  spring-time  I've 

planted, 
Another  rejoice  in  the  fruit  of  my  pain, — 
Not  knowing  my  tears  when  in  summer  I  fainted 
While  toiling  sad-hearted  in  sunshine  and  rain. 

3  The  thorns  will  have  choked,  and  the  summer 

sun  blasted 
The  most  of  the  seed  which  in  spring-time  I've 

sown  ; 
But  the  Lord  who  has  watched  while  my  weary 

toil  lasted 
Will  give  me  a  harvest  for  what  I  have  done. 


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84  Jesus  is  Good  to  Me. 

R.  L.  No.  2,  58,  by  per. 

1  I  love  ray  Saviour,  his  heart  is  good, 

He  las  loved  me  o'er  and  o'er  ; 
He  sought  me  wand'riug,  I'm  saved  by  his  blood, 
And  I  love  him  more  and  more. 

Cho. — Jesus  is  good  to  me, 

Jesus  is  good  to  me  ; 
So  good  !  so  good  ! 
Jesus  is  good  to  my  soul. 

2  He  calls,  I  rise,  and  he  maketh  me  whole, — 

How  fond  his  tender  embrace  ! 
He  cleanses  and  keeps  me  and  blesses  my  soul — 
My  day  the  smile  of  his  face. 

3  I  want  to  love  him  with  all  my  heart, 

Tho'  all  its  powers  are  small ; 
I  will  not  keep  from  him  any  part, 
For  he  is  worthy  of  all. 

4  He's  good  to  me  in  my  sorrow's  night, 

He's  good  in  the  tempest's  roll  ; 
He  bringeth  from  darkness  into  light, — 
With  joy  he  filleth  my  soul. 


85       When  the  Tempest  Passes  Over. 

Golden  Songs,  by  per.,  p.  68. 

1  We  are  sailing  on  the  old  ship  of  Zion, 

We  are  sailing  to  the  home  of  the  blest, 

Where  the  holy  angels  wait  for  our  coming, 

In  the  city  where  the  saints  sweetly  rest. 

Cho. — When  the  tempest  passes  over, 

We  will  meet  each  other  there,  on  the  shore. 

2  Millions  have  already  reached  the  blest  harbor, 

And  are  singing  with  the  loved  gone  before  ; 
Millions  more  are  sailing  over  the  river 
To  their  mansions  on  the  beautiful  shore. 


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3  Spread  your  canvas  to  the  winds  ;  let  the  breezes 

Gently  waft  the  noble  ship  to  the  shore  ; 
All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing  to  Jesus, 
Who  will  bring  them  to  the  bright  evermore. 

4  When  we  all  are  safely  landed  in  heaven, 

We  will  gladly  shout  our  dangers  are  o'er  ; 
We  will  walk  about  the  beautiful  city, 
And  we'll  sing  the  happy  song  evermore. 


The  Great  Physician. 

1  The  great  Physician  now  is  near, 
The  sympathizing  Jesus, 

He  speaks  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer, 
Oh  !  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus. 

Cho. — Sweetest  note  in  seraph  song, 

Sweetest  name  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 

2  Your  many  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
Oh  !  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus  : 

Go  on  your  way  in  peace  to  heaven, 
And  wear  a  crown  with  Jesus. 

3  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
I  now  believe  in  Jesus. 

I  love  the  blessed  Saviour's  name, 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus. 

4  His  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 
No  other  name  but  Jesus. 

Oh  !  how  my  soul  delights  to  hear 
The  precious  name  of  Jesus. 

5  And  when  to  bhat  bright  world  above 
We  rise  to  see  our  Jesus, 

We'll  sing  around  the  throne  of  love, 
The  name,  the  name  of  Jesus. 


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87  Glory  to  His  Name. 

1  Down  at  the  cross  where  my  Saviour  died, 
Down,  where  for  cleansing  from  sin  I  cried  ; 
There  to  my  heart  was  the  blood  applied  ; 

Glory  to  his  name. 

Cho. — Glory  to  His  name  ; 
Glory  to  His  name  ; 

There  at  the  cross  was  the  blood  applied 
Glory  to  His  name. 

2  I  am  so  wondrously  sav'd  from  sin, 
Jesus  so  sweetly  abides  within  ; 
There  at  the  cross  where  he  took  me  in, 

Glory  to  His  name. 

3  Oh,  precious  fountain,  that  saves  from  sin, 
I  am  so  glad  I  have  entered  in  ; 

There  Jesus  saves  me  and  keeps  me  clean, 
Glory  to  His  name. 

4  Come  to  this  fountain,  so  rich  and  sweet ; 
Cast  thy  poor  soul  at  the  Saviour's  feet ; 
Plunge  in  to-day,  and  be  made  complete  ; 

Glory  to  His  name. 


88  I  Praise  the  Lord. 

Dr  H.  L.  Gilmour,  by  per. 

1  I  praise  the  Lord,  when  full  of  sin 
A  willing  Saviour  took  me  in, 
And  now  I  love  to  dwell  with  him  ; 

Oh,  glory,  hallelujah  1 

Cho. — Glory,  glory  to  his  name  ; 
Hallelujah,  Jesus  came  ; 
I  praise  the  Lord  the  Lamb  was  slain 
To  save  a  world  of  sinners. 

2  I  praise  the  Lord,  when  I  was  blind, 
And  knew  not  where  the  path  to  find, 
The  Spirit  came,  with  words  so  kind, 

And  pointed  me  to  Jesus. 


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3  I  praise  the  Lord  I'm  in  the  way, 
My  prospect  bright' ning  ev'ry  day, 
And,  Jesus  helping,  I  will  stay, 

And  never  leave  my  Saviour. 

4  I  praise  the  Lord,  I  follow  on, 
Obedient  to  the  heavenly  call ; 
I  rest  in  Christ,  my  all  in  all, 

A  perfect,  loving  Saviour. 

5  I  praise  the  Lord,  'mid  raging  storm 
My  soul  has  refuge  from  alarm 

By  resting  on  the  mighty  arm 
Of  Jesus  Christ  my  Saviour. 

6  I  praise  the  Lord  for  sweet  repose 
From  inward  fears  and  outward  foes  ; 
A  peaceful  stream  of  pleasure  flows 

When  leaning  on  my  Saviour. 

7  I  praise  the  Lord  for  peace  within  ; 

I  praise  the  Lord  I'm  cleansed  from  sin  ; 
I  praise  the  Lord  I'm  free  in  him  ; 
Oh,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 

O  For  a  Faith. 

1  O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 

Though  press' d  by  every  foe, 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ; 

2  That  will  not  murmur  or  complain 

Beneath  the  chast'ning  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God  ; — 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; — 

4  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste  e'en  here,  the  hallow'd  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 


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90  Jesus  Saves  Me. 

Beulah  Songs,  by  per.,  p.  33. 

1  Precious  Saviour,  thou  hast  saved  me  ; 

Thine  and  only  thine  I  am  ; 
Oh,  the  cleausing  blood  has  reached  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  Jesus  saves  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
Oh,  the  cleansing  blood  has  reached  me, 
Glory,  g'ory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Long  my  yearning  heart  was  trying 

To  enjoy  this  perfect  rest ; 
But  I  gave  all  trying  over  ; 
Simply  trusting,  I  was  blest. 

3  Trusting,  trusting  every  moment ; 

Feeling  now  the  blood  applied  ; 
Lying  at  the  cleansing  fountain  ; 
Dwelling  in  my  Saviour's  side. 

4  Consecrated  to  thy  service, 

I  will  live  and  die  to  thee  ; 
I  will  witness  to  thy  glory 
Of  salvation  full  and  free. 


91  We're  Marching  to  Zion.. 

Quiver,  by  per.,  p.  26. 

1  Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  known, 
I  :  Join  in  a  song  with  sweel  accord,  :  | 
||  :  And  thus  surround  the  throne.  :  | 

Cho. — We're  marching  to  Zion, 
Beautiful,  beautiful  Zion  ; 
We're  marching  upward  to  Zion, 
The  beautiful  city  of  God. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  their  God  ; 
||  :  But  children  of  the  heavenly  king,  :  || 
||  :  May  speak  their  joys  abroad.  :  fl 


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3  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred*  sweets, 
||  :  Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
I  :  Or  walk  the  golden  streets.  :  || 

4  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
||  :  We're  marching  thro'  Imnianuel's 
ground,  :  || 
I  :  To  fairer  worlds  on  high  :  || 


92  Beulah  Land. 

Garner,  by  per.,  p.  69. 

1  I've  reached  the  land  of  corn  and  wine, 
And  all  its  riches  freely  mine  ; 

Here  shines  undimmed  one  blissful  day, 
For  all  my  night  has  passed  away. 

Cho. — O  Beulah  Land,  sweet  Beulah  Land  ! 
As  on  the  highest  mount  I  stand, 
I  look  away  across  the  sea, 
Where  mansions  are  prepared  for  me, 
And  view  the  shining  glory  shore, — 
My  heaven,  my  home,  for  evermore ! 

2  My  Saviour  comes  and  walks  with  me, 
And  sweet  communion  here  have  we  ; 
He  gently  leads  me  by  his  hand, 

For  this  is  heaven's  border  land. 

3  A  sweet  perfume  upon  the  breeze 
Is  borne  from  ever- vernal  trees, 
And  flowers  that  never-fading  grow 
Where  streams  of  life  forever  flow. 

4  The  zephyrs  seem  to  float  to  me 
Sweet  sounds  of  heaven's  melody, 

As  angels  with  the  white-robed  throng 
Join  in  the  sweet  redemption  song. 


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93  Bethany. 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee  ! 

Nearer  to  thee, 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee  ! 


2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 
The  sun  gone  down, 

Darkness  be  over  me, 
My  rest  a  stone, 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 
Nearer  to  thee  ! 


3  There  let  the  way  appear, 
Steps  unto  heaven  ; 

All  that  thou  sendest  me, 
In  mercy  given ; 

Angels  to  beckon  me 

Nearer,  my  God  to,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee  ! 


4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  toT)e 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 


5  Or  if,  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 


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94  A  Charge  to  Keep. 

1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save. 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill, — 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray. 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  If  I  my  trust  betray 
I  shall  forever  die. 

95  Shall  We  Meet? 

1  Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 

Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 
Where  in  all  the  bright  forever, 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul  ? 

Cho. — Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  +he  river? 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 

2  Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor, 

When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er  ? 
Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor, 
By  the  fair  celestial  shore  ? 

3  Shall  we  meet  with  many  a  loved  one 

That  was  torn  from  our  embrace  ? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 
And  behold  them  face  to  face  ? 

4  Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Saviour, 

When  he  comes  to  claim  His  own  ? 
Shall  we  know  His  blessed  favor, 
And  sit  down  upon  His  throne  ? 


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96  Daybr£Ak. 

1  When  the  clouds  have  left  the  hill-tops, 

And  the  beauty  of  the  day 
Gleams  along  thro'  golden  portals, 

Melting  all  the  mists  avay, 
Then  no  more  will  shadows  darken, 

Till  the  way  we  cannot  see — 
Oh,  for  Thee  our  hearts  are  yearning, 

Glory  of  eternity. 
Oh,  for  Thee  our  hearts  are  yearning, 

Glory  of  eternity. 

Cho. — Oh,  the  joy,  that  day  shall  bring, 

Oh,  the  songs  we  then  shall  sing, 

When  the  clouds  of  earth  have  lifted, 

And  the  mists  have  cleared  away  ; 

When  the  clouds  of  earth  have  lifted, 

And  the  mists  have  cleared  away, 

2  When  the  darkness  rolls  from  ocean, 

And  the  light  beams  brightly  o'er 
Ev'ry  wave  and  foaming  billow, 

Dashing  'gainst  this  mortal  shore, 
Then  the  heart  will  sing  with  rapture, 

And  the  voice  break  forth  in  praise 
To  the  God  that  rules  the  tempest : 

"Just  and  true  are  all  thy  ways." 

3  When  the  pain  and  wasting  fever, 

And  the  thousand  ills  of  life, 
All  are  healed  by  one  Physician, 

And  forever  hushed  the  strife, 
Then  sweet  peace  and  holy  comfort 

Will  possess  the  inmost  soul, 
For  the  weary,  home-sick  pi!grim 

Will  have  reached  the  long'd  for  goal. 

4  When  the  graves  of  earth  are  opened, 

And  the  fair,  lov'd  forms  arise, 
Springing  up  from  dusty  chambers, 

Soaring  upward  to  the  skies, 
Then  sweet  waves  of  thrilling  music 

Will  entrance  the  listening  ear, 
"Like  the  sound  of  many  waters," 

Murmuring  gently,  soft  and  clear. 


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When  the  City,  grand,  eternal. 

Shall  descend,  'mid  clouds  of  light. 
And  the  King  bids  saints  to  enter 

Mansions  filled  with  holy  light, 
Then  the  life-work  of  all  ages 

Will  receive  a  just  reward, 
Home  with  Jesus,  sweet  rest  given, 

In  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord. 


91  We  Shall  Know. 

1  When  the  mists  have  roll'd  in  splendor 

From  the  beauty  of  the  hills, 
And  the  sunshine,  warm  and  tender, 

Falls  in  kisses  on  the  rills, 
We  may  read  love's  shining  letter 

In  the  rain-bow  of  the  spray, — 
We  shall  know  e  ch  other  better 

When  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 

Cho. — We  shall  know  as  we  are  known, 
Never  more  to  walk  alone, 

In  the  dawning  of  the  morning, 
When  the  mists  have  cleared  away  ; 

In  the  dawning  of  the  morning, 
When  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 

2  If  we  err,  in  human  blindness, 

An'd  forget  that  we  are  dust ; 
If  we  miss  the  law  of  kindness 

When  we  struggle  to  be  just, 
Snowy  wings  of  peace  shall  cover 

All  the  plain  that  hides  away, — 
When  'he  weary  watch  is  over, 

And  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 

3  When  the  mists  have  risen  above  us, 

As  our  Father  knows  his  own, 
Face  to  face  with  those  that  love  us, 

We  shall  know  as  we  are  known  ; 
Love,  beyond  the  orient  meadows 

Floats  the  golden  fringe  of  day, 
Heart  to  heart,  we  bide  the  shadows, 

Till  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 


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98       What  A  Friend  We  Have  In  Jesus. 

1  What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 

All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear  ! 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 
Oh,  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 

Oh,  what  needless  pain  we  bear, 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 

2  Have  we  trials  and  temptations  ? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere  ? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

3  Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  Refuge, — 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee  ? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer  ; 
In  his  arms  he'll  take  and  shield  thee? 

Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 


99  Happy  Day. 

1  O  happy  day,  that  fix'd  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

Cho.— Happy  day,  happy  day, 

When  Jesus  wash'd  my  sins  away  ! 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  this  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 


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3  'Tis  done  !  the  great  transaction's  done  ! 

I  am  my  Lord's  and  he  is  mine  : 
He  drew  me  and  I  follow' d  on, 
Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart  ; 

Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest  ; 
Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart ; 
With  him,  of  ev'ry  good  possess'd. 

5  High  Heaven  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


100  Arise,  My  Soul,  Arise. 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise  ; 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
||  :  My  name  is  written  on  His  hands.  :  || 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede, 
His  all  redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  He  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary  ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers. 

They  strongly  plead  for  are  ; 
Forgive  him,  oh,  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 

4  My  God  is  reconciled  ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear  ; 
He  owns  me  for  His  child  ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 


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101  Come  Thou  Fount. 

1  Come  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Calls  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fixed  upon  it — 

Mount  of  Thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer  ; 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God, 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger. 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor. 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  Thy  goodness  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee  ; 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it. 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ! 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  for  Thy  courts  above. 

102  Alas!  and  Did  My  Saviour  Bleed. 

1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 


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4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  f^ce, 

While  His  dear  cross  appears  ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

103  Jesus  Lover  of  My  Soul. 

1  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  oh  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  passed  ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee  : 
Leave,  oh,  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want  ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find  : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
Vile,  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found- 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  me,  keep  me,  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  Fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


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104       Whiter  Than  Snow. 

Garner,  by  per.  p.  54. 

1  Dear  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole  ; 
I  want  thee  forever  to  live  in  my  soul  ; 
Break  down  ev'ry  idol,  cast  out  ev'ry  foe  ; 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

Cho. — Whiter  than  snow  !  yes,  whiter  than  snow! 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. 

2  Dear  Jesus,  let  nothing  unholy  remain  ; 
Apply  thine  own  blood,  and  extract  ev'ry  stain  ; 
To  have  this  blest  washing  I  all  things  forego, 
Now  wash  me  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

3  Dear  Jesus,  come  down  from  thy  throne  in  the 

skies, 
And  help  me  to  make  a  complete  sacrifice  ; 
I  give  up  myself,  and  whatever  I  know, 
Now  wash  me  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

4  Dear  Jesus,  for  this  I  most  humbly  entreat, — 
I  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  thy  crucified  feet ; 

By  faith,  for  my  cleansing  I  see  thy  blood  flow, 
Now  wash  me  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

5  The  blessing  by  faith  I  receive  from  above  ; 
Oh,  glory!  my  soul  is  made  perfect  in  love  ; 
My  prayer  has  prevailed,  and  this  moment  I 

know 
The  blood  is  applied, — I  am  whiter  than  snow  ! 

Cho. — Whiter  than  snow,  yes,  whiter  than  snow. 
The  blood  is  applied — I  am  whiter  than 


105         Am  I  a  Soldier  of  the  Cross. 
1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross — 
A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb, — 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  His  name  ? 


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2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Since  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign, 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord, 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  Thy  Word. 


106  Wonderful  Words. 

Epworth,  97. 

1  Sing  them  over  again  to  me, 

Wonderful  words  of  life. 
Let  me  more  of  their  beauty  see, 

Wonderful  words  of  life  ; 
Words  of  life  and  beauty, 
Teach  me  faith  and  duty. 

Cho. — Beautiful  words,  wonderful  words, 
Wonderful  words  of  life  ; 
Beautiful  words,  wonderful  words, 
Wonderful  words  of  life. 

2  Christ,  the  blessed  One  gives  to  all 

Wonderful  words  of  life  ; 
Sinner,  list  to  the  loving  call, 

Wonderful  words  of  life  ; 
All  so  freely  given, 
Wooing  us  to  heaven. 

3  Sweetly  echo  the  gospel  call, 

Wonderful  words  of  life ! 
Offer  pardon  and  peace  to  all, 

Wonderful  words  of  life  ; 
Jesus,  only  Saviour, 
Sanctify  forever. 


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101  God's  Anvil. 

Epworth,  No.  192. 

1  Pain's  furnace  heat  within  me  quivers, 
God's  breath  upon  the  flame  doth  blow, 

And  all  my  heart  in  anguish  shivers, 
And  trembles  at  the  fiery  glow  : 
And  yet  I  whisper,  'As  God  will,' 

And  in  his  hottest  fire  hold  still. 

Cho  — I  will  not  murmur  at  the  sorrow 
That  only  longer-liv'd  would  be, 

The  end  may  come,  and  that  to-morrow, 
When  God  hath  wrought  his  will  in  me  ; 
And  so  I  whisper,  'As  God  will,' 

And  trusting  to  the  end  hold  still. 

2  He  comes  and  lays  my  heart  all  heated, 
On  his  hard  anvil,  minded  so  ; 

Yet  in  his  own  fair  form  to  beat  it, 

With  his  great  hammer,  blow  by  blow  : 
And  yet,  &c. 

3  He  takes  my  soften'd  heart  and  beats  it  ; 
The  sparks  fly  off  at  every  blow  : 

He  turns  it  o'er  and  o'er,  and  heats  it, 
And  let's  it  cool,  and  makes  it  glow. 
And  yet,  &c. 

4  He  kindles  for  my  profit,  purely, 
Affliction's  glowing,  fiery  brand  ; 

For  all  his  heaviest  blows  are  surely 
Inflicted  by  a  Master  hand  : 
And  yet,  &c. 

108      What  a  Meeting  That  Will  Be. 
1  When  we  all  meet  at  home  in  the  morning, 
On  the  shore  of  that  bright  crystal  sea  ; 
Where  the  loved  ones  who  long  have  been  wait- 
ing, 
What  a  meeting  indeed  that  will  be  ! 

Cho. — Gather'd  home,  gather'd  home, 

On  the  shore  of  that  bright  crystal  sea  ; 
Gather'd  home,  gather'd  home, 
With  our  lov'd  ones  forever  to  be. 


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2  When  we  all  meet  at  home  in  the  morning, 

And  from  sorrow  forever  be  free  ; 
When  we  join  in  the  song  of  the  ransom'd, 
What  a  gath'ring  indeed  that  will  be  ! 

3  When  we  all  meet  at  home  in  the  morning, 

With  our  blessed  Redeemer  to  be  ; 
When  we  know  and  are  known  by  our  lov'd 
ones, 
What  a  meeting  indeed  that  will  be. 

109  Rescue  The  Perishing. 

G.  H.  &  S.  Songs,  p.  20. 

1  Rescue  the  perishing, 
Care  for  the  dying, 

Snatch  them  in  pity  from  sin  and  the  grave  ; 

Weep  o'er  the  erring  one, 

Lift  up  the  fallen, 
Tell  them  of  Jesus,  the  mighty  to  save. 

Cho. — Rescue  the-  perishing, 
Care  for  the  dying, 
Jesus  is  merciful, 
Jesus  will  save. 

2  Though  they  are  slighting  Him, 
Still  He  is  waiting, 

Waiting  the  penitent  child  to  receive. 

Plead  with  them  earnestly, 

Plead  with  them  gently  ; 
He  will  forgive  if  they  only  believe. 

3  Down  in  the  human  heart, 
Crushed  by  the  tempter, 

Feelings  lie  buried  that  grace  can  restore  ; 

Touched  by  a  loving  heart, 

Wakened  by  kindness, 
Chords  that  were  broken  will  vibrate  once 
more. 

4  Rescue  the  perishiDg, 
Duty  demands  it ; 

Strength  for  thy  labor  the  Lord  will  provide  ; 
Back  to  the  narrow  way 
Patiently  win  them, 
Tell  the  poor  wanderer  a  Saviour  has  died. 


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110  Vain,  Delusive  World. 

1  Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu, 

With  all  of  creature  good  ! 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  : 
All  ray  pleasures  I  forego  ; 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain  ; 

'Tis  all  but  vanity  : 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me. 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe 

The  sin-atoning  Victim  died  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

3  Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest ; 

My  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  more  depart : 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end  ; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove  ; 
Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 


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111     I  Love  to  Tell  the  Story. 

1  I  love  to  tell  the  story 

Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love  ; 
I  love  to  tell  the  Story, 

Because  I  know  it's  true  ; 
It  satisfies  ray  longings, 

As  nothing  else  would  do, 

Cho.— I  love  to  tell  the  Story! 

'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory, 
To  tell  the  Old,  Old  Story 
Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  Story! 

More  wonderful  it  seems, 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams  ; 
I  love  to  tell  the  Story! 

It  did  so  much  for  me  ; 
And  that  is  just  the  reason, 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  Story! 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet ; 
I  love  to  tell  the  Story, 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  Holy  Word. 

4  I  love  to  tell  the  Story  ! 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it,  like  the  rest ; 
And  when  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  New,  New  Song. 
'Twill  be—the  Old,  Old  Story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. 


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112  I  Am  Coming  to  The  Cross. 

1  I  am  coming  to  the  cross ; 

I  am  poor,  and  weak,  and  blind  ; 
I  am  counting  all  but  dross, 
1  shall  full  salvation  find. 

Cho. — I  am  trusting,  Lord  in  Thee, 
Blest  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 

Humbly  at  Thy  cross  I  bow, 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 

2  Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  Thee, 

Long  has  evil  reigned  within  ; 
Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me, — 
"I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin." 

3  Here  I  give  my  all  to  Thee, 

Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store  ; 
Soul  and  body,  Thine  to  be, — 
Wholly  thine  forevermore. 

4  In  thy  promises  I  trust, 

Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied  ; 
I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust, 
I  with  Christ  am  crucified. 

5  Jesus  comes  !  He  fills  my  soul  ! 

Perfected  in  Him  I  am  ; 
I  am  every  whit  made  whole  ; 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb. 


113  God  Be  With  You. 

Ep worth  No.  26. 

1  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again  ; 
By  his  counsels,  guide,  uphold  you, 
With  his  sheep  securely  fold  you, 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

Cho. — Till  we  meet,  till  we  meet, 
Till  we  meet  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
Till  we  meet,  till  we  meet, 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 


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2  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
'Neath  his  wings  securely  hide  you  ; 
Daily  manna  still  divide  you, 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

3  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 
When  lile's  perils  thick  confound  you  ; 
Put  his  arms  unfailing  round  you, 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

4  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
Keep  love's  banner  floating  o'er  you  ; 
Smite  death's  threatening  wave  before  you, 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 


114      Oh,  Think  of  the  Home  Over  There. 

G.  H.  &  S.  Songs,  poge  90. 

1  Oh,  think  of  the  home  over  there, 

By  the  side  of  the  river  of  light, 
Where  the  saints  all  immortal  and  fair, 
Are  robed  in  their  garments  of  white. 

Cho. — Over  there,  over  there, 

Oh,  think  of  the  home  over  there. 

2  Oh,  think  of  the  friends  over  there, 

Who  before  us  the  journey  have  trod, 
Of  the  songs  that  they  breathe  on  the  air, 
In  their  home  in  the  palace  of  God. 

Cho. — Over  there,  over  there, 

Oh,  think  of  the  friends  over  there. 

3  My  Saviour  is  now  over  there, 

There  my  kindred  and  friends  are  at  rest ; 
Then  away  from  my  sorrow  and  care 
Let  me  fly  to  the  land  of  the  blest. 

Over  there,  over  there, 
My  Saviour  is  now  over  there. 

4  I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there, 

For  the  end  of  my  journey  I  see  ; 
Many  dear  to  my  heart,  over  there, 
Are  watching  and  waiting  for  me. 

Over  there,  over  there, 
I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 


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115  Safe  in  the  Arms  of  Jesus. 

Epworth,  No.  184. 

1  Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 
Safe  on  his  gentle  breast, 

There  by  his  love  o'ershaded, 
Sweetly  my  soul  shall  rest. 

Hark  !  'tis  the  voice  of  angels, 
Borne  in  a  song  to  me, 

Over  the  fields  of  glory, 
Over  the  jasper  sea. 

Cho. — Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 
Safe  on  his  gentle  breast, 
There  by  his  love  o'ershaded, 
Sweetly  my  soul  shall  rest. 

2  Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 
Safe  from  corroding  care, 

Safe  from  the  world's  temptations, 
Sin  cannot  harm  me  there. 

Free  from  the  blight  of  sorrow, 
Free  from  my  doubts  and  fears  ; 

Only  a  few  more  trials, 
Only  a  few  more  tears  ! 

3  Jesus,  my  heart's  dear  refuge, 
Jesus  has  died  for  me  ; 

Firm  on  the  Rock  of  Ages, 

Ever  my  trust  shall  be. 
Here  let  me  wait  with  patience, 

Wait  till  the  night  is  o'er  ; 
Wait  till  I  see  the  morning 

Break  on  the  golden  shore. 

116  It  Is  Well  With  My  Soul. 

Epworth,  No.  155. 

1  When  peace,  like  a  river,  attendeth  my  way, 
When  sorrows,  like  sea-billows,  roll ; 
Whatever  my  lot,  thou  hast  taught  me  to  say, 
It  is  well,  it  is  well  with  my  soul. 

Cho. — It  is  well  with  my  8©ul, 

It  is  well,  it  is  well  with  my  soul. 


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2  Though  Satan  should  buffet,  tho'  trials  should 

come, 
Let  this  blest  assurance  control, 
That  Christ  hath  regarded  my  helpless  estate, 
And  hath  shed  his  own  blood  for  my  soul. 

3  My  sin — oh,  the  bliss  of  this  glorious  thought — 
My  sin —  not  in  part  but  the  whole, 

Is  nailed  to  his  cross  and  I  bear  it  no  more, 
Praise  the  Lord,  praise  the  Lord,  oh,  my  soul  ! 

4  And  Lord,  haste  the  day  when  the  faith  shall  be 

sight. 
The  clouds  be  rolled  back  as  a  scroll, 
The  trump  shall  resound,  and  the  Lord  shall 

descend, 
"  Even  so" — it  is  well  with  my  soul. 

11?  I  Need  Thee  Every  Hour. 

1  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

Most  gracious  Lord  ; 
No  tender  voice  like  Thine 

Can  peace  afford. 
Cho.—  I  need  Thee,  oh!  I  need  Thee, 
Every  hour  I  need  Thee  ; 
O  bless  me  now,  my  Saviour, 
I  come  to  Thee. 

2  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

Stay  Thou  near  by  ; 
Temptations  lose  their  power 
When  Thou  art  nigh. 

3  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

In  joy  or  pain  ; 
Come  quickly  and  abide, 
Or  life  is  vain. 

4  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

Teach  me  Thy  will  ; 
And  Thy  rich  promises 
In  me  fulfil. 

5  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

Most  Holy  One  ; 
Oh,  make  me  Thine  indeed. 
Thou  blessed  Son. 


82 

118  Glorying  in  the  Cross. 

1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride, 

2  Forbid  it  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small. 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demand  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


INDEX. 

NO.     PAGE 

And  Can  I  Yet  Delay 6  6 

Almost 12  10 

AreYouKeady? 13  11 

Are  You  Coming  Home  To-Night  ? 23  18 

Are  You  Washed  in  the  Blood  ? 37  26 

AttheCross 45  32 

Angels  Hovering  Round 63    #     44 

A  Worker's  Prayer 69  48 

All  the  Vv'ay 74  52 

Arise,  Shine,  Give  God  the  Glory 76  53 

A  Charge  to  Keep 94  65 

Arise,  My  Soul,  Arise 100  69 

Alas !  and  Did  My  Saviour  Bleed 102  70 

Am  I  a  Soldier  of  the  Cross 105  72 

Blessed  Assurance 77  54 

Beulah  Land 92  63 

Bethany 93  64 

Come  Ye  Sinners  Poor  and  Needy 4  5 

Covenant  Hymn 5  6 

Consecration 8  8 

Coming  to  Jesus 20  L3 

Coming  To-Day  .v.. . 21  16 

Cleansing  Wave 50  35 

Cleanse  and  Fill  Me. 71  49 

Come  Thou  Fount 101  70 

Daybreak 96  66 

Forever  Here  My  Rest  Shall  Be 2  4 

Fill  Me  Now 9  8 

Full  Salvation. 60  42 

Glorious  Fountain 41  29 

Gather  the  Reapers  Home 81  56 

Glory  to  His  Name 87  60 

God's  Anvil 107  75 

God  Be  With  You 113  78 

Glorying  in  the  Cross 118  82 

He  Invites  You  To-Day 7  7 

Happy  Tidings 16  13 

He  Came  to  Save  Me 40  28 

He  Saves  Me  Through  and  Through 54  38 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb 55  38 

He  Loved  Me  So 57  40 

Harvest  Time 83  57 

HappvDav - 99  68 

Holy  Spirit,  Faithful  Guide 22  17 


NO.  PAGE 

IAm  Thine,G  Lord 18  14 

I  Will  Give  You  Rest 24  18 

I'm  Believing 28  21 

I  Believe  Jesus  Saves 36  26 

I  Have  Been  at  the  Fountain 48  34 

It  is  Good  to  be  Here 72  50 

I  Praise  the  Lord 88  60 

I  Love  to  Tell  the  Story Ill  77 

Is  Mv  Name  Written  There  ? 15  12 

In  Bethany 58  40 

I  Am  Coming  to  the  Cross 112  78 

It  is  Well  With  My  Soul 116  80 

I  Need  Thee  Every  Hour 117  81 

It  Reaches  Me 32  23 

Jesus,  Thine  All- Victorious  Love 1  3 

Jesus  Saves 25  19 

Just  as  I  Am 27  20 

Jesus  Will  Give  You  Rest 62  43 

Jesus  is  Good  to  Me 84  58 

Jesus  Saves  Me 90  62 

Jesus  Lover  of  My  Soul 103  71 

Look  Above 7o  48 

My  Brethren,  I  Have  Found 75  52 

Meditation 59  41 

My  Hope  is  Built  on  Nothing  Less  78  54 

Near  the  Cross 68  47 

Nothing  But  the  Blood  of  Jesus 80  55 

O  For  a  Closer  Walk 3  4 

Oh,  To  Be  Nothing 10  9 

O  For  a  Heart  to  Praise ! 11  10 

On  What  Are  You  Building  ? 14  12 

O  That  My  Load 30  22 

O  Lord,  Have  Mercy 31  23 

OnlyaLook 42  30 

O  Prodigal,  Don't  Stay  Away 47  33 

Only  Trust  Him 61  42 

O  for  a  Thousand  Tongues 79  55 

O  For  a  Faith 89  61 

Oh,  Think  of  the  Home  Over  There 114  79 

Revive  Us  Again 34  24 

Redeemed 44  31 

Rock  of  Ages 65  45 

Rescue  the  Perishing 109  75 

Send  the  Power 29  22 

Save  Me  at  the  Cross 38  27 

Standing  on  the  Promises 51  36 

Safe  on  the  Rock 66  46 

Shall  We  Meet? 95  65 

Safe  in  the  Arms  of  Jesus 115  80 

There's  a  Wideness 17  14 

Take  Me  as  I  Am 26  2u 

The  Story  of  Cleansing 35  25 

The  Open  Arms 43  30 


NO.     PAGE 

Tis  Glory  in  My  Soul 49  35 

The  Sure  Foundation 52  36 

Tell  it  to  Jesus 53  37 

'TissoSweet 56  39 

'Tis  So  Sweet  to  Trust  in  Jesus 82  56 

The  Great  Physician 86  59 

Vain,  Delusive  World 110  76 

Who'll  Stand  Up  for  Jesus  ? 19  15 

Whosoever  Heareth 33  24 

Wilt  Thou  be  Made  Whole  ? 39  28 

Waiting  for  the  Light 46  32 

Waiting  at  the  Pool 64  44 

Will  You  be  Washed  in  the  Blood  ? 67  46 

What  a  Reaping  There  Will  Be 73  51 

When  the  Tempest  Passes  Over 85  58 

We're  Marching  to  Zion 91  62 

WeShall  Know 97  67 

What  a  Friend  We  Have  in  Jesus 98  68 

Whiter  Than  Snow 104  72 

Wonderful  Words 106  73 

What  a  Meeting  That  Will  Be 108  74 


